by Sean Michael
“I promise. Nobody will care.” Rec turned them. “And now the only ass anyone’ll see—if they look—is mine.”
“I trust you.” Rec knew the rules, right?
“I appreciate that, thank you.” Rec kissed the top of his head and continued to move those soapy hands over him, half cleaning, half arousing him. It was probably the best shower he’d ever had in his life. There wasn’t a part of him Rec hadn’t touched. Not one part.
He was harder than ever too. Well, maybe not harder than Rec had made him over the weekend, but hard. Needy. God, he wanted like he was a teenager or something.
Rec didn’t seem to mind, finding his cock and wrapping a hand around it, slowly stroking the entire length of him.
“Oh….” He blinked as his balls drew up.
“A nice orgasm will help relax you,” Rec murmured, continuing to work him.
“Will it?” He blinked up. He wasn’t going to say no.
“It totally will.” Rec covered his mouth, tongue slipping between his lips. Between that and the hand around his cock, he was lost in sensation.
He arched and hummed, trusting Rec to hold him. Each touch, each kiss, sent him higher, made him feel like he was spinning. Rec moaned, tongue-fucking his mouth. He began to cry out, heedless of where he was.
Rec pushed him up against the wall, hand moving faster, insistently. “That’s it, B, come for me.”
“Please. Please, I…. Yes.”
“Yeah. Do it.” Rec pressed his thumb against the tip of Barclay’s cock and rubbed at his slit lips.
Heat poured out of him, his cock throbbing and balls aching.
Rec groaned, the kiss going on even as Rec’s hand slowed, drawing two lazy aftershocks out of him before stopping altogether.
“W-wow.” He trembled all over, shaking like a leaf on a tree.
“You’re good. I’ve got you.” Rec’s words filled him, and he believed them. He was safe exactly where he was.
Which wasn’t something he usually thought about.
“Sorry. Sorry. God, that was amazing. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. And no apologies. You have nothing to apologize for.” Rec peppered his face with soft kisses.
He found himself chasing the kisses, moaning softly. Rec shifted them so that Rec leaned against the wall, supporting Barclay with his solid body. The water ran down Barclay’s back, beating on his shoulders in the best way.
They sat on the shower seat, and he settled in Rec’s lap.
He heard someone come in, soft giggles sounding, and he tensed, but Rec stroked his skin and said “Shh.”
The giggles cut off suddenly, the sound of flesh hitting the tile unmistakable.
“Rec?” he whispered. What the hell?
“Someone else is ‘enjoying’ the showers like we did. We can either sneak past them and go to the locker room now or wait until we’re alone again.” Rec kept touching, stroking.
“Oh….”
“…going to beat your ass, boy, make it pink for me.”
“That’s a master with his boy. Spanking is big in the BDSM world. Sometimes it’s used as punishment, but just as often it’s not. It’s very hot for both parties.”
“Spread wide, boy, push yourself out toward me.”
“Are you imagining what they’re doing?” Rec asked, still whispering into his ear.
He didn’t answer, but he was. He so was.
“Hot baby, with your plugged hole. Does it still burn? Are you feeling the weight?”
“Yes, Master.”
Rec moaned softly, the sound seeming to vibrate inside him. “I love the sound of that word spoken with such devotion.”
Slaps started ringing through the bath. “Count, boy. You’ve earned twenty and then ten to your hole.”
“Master!”
“You want fifteen? Or ten with the crop?”
“Please, Master… yes to the crop.” There was so much need in that voice.
Barclay hid his face in Rec’s throat, swallowing hard.
“Then you count and I’ll take the plug out, whip your hole with the crop.” The man’s voice got softer. “Then I’ll put more ginger oil on your plug, boy. Make you wear it for another hour while I watch you.”
There was nothing but a whimper as an answer, and then, after several long breaths, a very soft “Yes, please, Master. Thank you, Master.”
Rec moaned again, rocking Barclay against him.
“Good boy. Count.”
The spanking started, the soft moaned words following each blow, and Rec rubbed against him in time.
Barclay couldn’t believe this was happening. He also couldn’t believe how turned on he was.
“I want you. I want to fuck you in time,” Rec moaned, lips right on his ear.
He muffled his cry in Rec’s throat.
Rec’s hips rocked, motion echoing the sounds and counts coming from the other stall. Each rock slid Rec’s cock along his belly.
“Almost there, boy. Your ass is rosy.”
“I’m almost there too. Can you feel me leaking on your belly?” Rec asked.
Barclay nodded and reached down to play with Rec’s leaking slit.
Rec groaned for him, humping up harder. “Don’t stop.”
Another moan sounded close to them. “Please don’t stop.”
Rec smiled against his skin, then licked his ear, then sucked on his earlobe. He answered by pushing a little harder, working the tip.
He heard a low cry, then something heavy hitting the tile. “Spread your cheeks for me, boy, and beg me to whip your hole.”
“Please, Master. Do it now. Please, whip me. Whip me hard!”
Barclay jumped at the sharp slap, slamming into Rec. Another moan sounded against his ear, and when the next sound came, Rec pulled him in this time, their bodies coming together deliberately.
What was this? Was this okay?
“Stop thinking, B. Just go with it.”
“Uh-huh. Does it hurt?” he whispered.
“Yeah. But it also feels good. And you can hear it. How much he wants it and loves it.” Rec tapped his hole and made him gasp. “Get ready. There we are at eight. Are you ready to come with me when he hits ten?”
“Oh God….” Again?
“I know you are.” Yeah, Rec was right—he was. This man made him come more….
He nodded and gasped as the sobbed “Nine! Master, please!” sounded.
“One more and we can come,” murmured Rec, humping up against him.
The last crack was loud, the cry following it even bigger. “Ten! Master!”
“Now!” growled Rec, and heat splashed against his belly, against his cock as Rec came. It was like the words and the heat drew his own orgasm from him, and to his utter shock he was coming, splashing up over his hand. “Good boy. So good.”
The words made him a little dizzy.
Rec rubbed their cheeks together and it felt so good to rub gently against him.
“This seems like a wet dream,” he whispered.
“It’s definitely wet,” Rec whispered back before chuckling.
He muffled his laughter in the curve of Rec’s neck. Oh God. Funny.
Rec held on to him, keeping him firmly in Rec’s lap as they listened to the ecstatic sounds coming from the other stall. It was pretty clear they were fucking now, and just as clear they were being happily enthusiastic about it.
Whoa. And also wow. Barclay didn’t know what kind of place this was. It had seemed so normal.
Rec held him until the other men left the showers; then he turned their water off and grabbed a couple of towels. One Rec wrapped around him, then pulled the other around his own shoulders. Next Rec dried him, the touches careful.
“Thank you. I—” God, he didn’t want to go home, but what else could he do?
“You’re welcome. And also thank you. That was awesome.” Rec helped him get back into his chair and rolled him toward the locker room. “Have you got any plans for the rest of the day
?”
“No. You?” Please say no.
“Not yet. I was kind of hoping that we could hang out together.”
“I’m into that. Sure. Yes.” Please.
Rec beamed at him. “Awesome!”
They got to the locker room where two good-looking guys were getting dressed, one of them looking totally dazed. Oh God, it was the guys they’d been listening to.
He kept his eyes down, praying that his chair made him invisible. He’d noticed that, the way people tended to ignore him so much more down here.
The two men nodded at him and Rec, and the dazed guy gave them a blissed-out smile.
Rec chuckled and nodded back. “Good session, eh?”
“The best.”
“Yeah. Here too. Have a nice day.” Rec looked like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
“You too!” The guy who’d spoken to them tied his shoes, then offered the blissed-out guy a hand, hauled him up, and they left together arm in arm.
“That was…. Did they know we were there?”
“I don’t think they cared one way or the other, to be honest.” Rec grabbed his clothes and began putting them on.
“Oh.” He would have cared, he thought. He wasn’t sure if he’d be angry, but he thought he’d care.
“They were into each other and what they were doing, and they knew there might be people watching or listening, but they did it anyway. Hell, there’s people here who are into being watched.”
“Yeah? Cool….” He was beginning to be a little wigged.
“Come on. Get dressed and we’ll figure out what to do with the rest of our day.”
“Sure.” He wanted to ask if he’d done okay, but that seemed like a weenie thing to do.
Rec was dressed quicker than he was but didn’t try to hurry him along or offer to help. Instead he asked, “You got any questions?”
“Huh?” Oh, he had about a zillion, but he wasn’t going to ask.
“I’d be happy to answer any questions if you have them. About the lifestyle. About anything, really. Life, the universe, and everything, you know?”
“I don’t know what to ask. What… what do you want to do?”
“Well, we could do movies again—though we both know that’ll probably just end in more blow jobs.” Rec grinned. “We could go for a wander. We could go eat. We could play video games. I’m easy. I just want to spend time with you.”
“I’m not hungry yet, but we could go to the park for a while, then see….”
“Sounds good. It’s a nice day out, so it should be great.”
“Yeah, it should, for sure.”
“You ready?”
When he nodded, Rec took his hand. “Then let’s go.”
He held it for a minute, then grabbed his gloves. “Lead the way.”
“Let me know if you need a push.” Rec went to the front of the gym and held the door for Barclay.
“Will do. My arms will let me know about sex and workouts.”
“Yeah, I bet they will. That’s why you get tomorrow off the workout—it’ll give your muscles the time they need to recover.”
“Yeah. I’ll spend a couple hours walking on my hands.”
“Seriously? Or euphemistically?”
“I have in the past. I can’t do it for a couple hours, but I can manage for thirty minutes, I think.”
“No. I forbid it. You have to take a day off in between working out. But I tell you what—when you’re back in tiptop shape, I am so challenging you to do that.”
“Can you forbid it?” Was that a thing?
“I just did.”
Well, he didn’t know what to say to that, honestly, so he didn’t say anything.
“Do you ever feel like you could have done better, that you might have chosen differently?”
“Huh? In what way?” He didn’t understand.
“I don’t know—like something is missing. Or that there could be more for you.”
“Maybe? I don’t know. I never thought I’d be like this.”
“Be like what?”
“Broken. Living on a mattress on the floor.” Hated. He’d never thought someone would hate him enough to want to kill him.
“You’re not broken, B. I swear.”
“Maybe seriously cracked.”
“Well, if that’s the case, we’re going to glue you back together. I’m sorry it’s been so bad, though.” Rec really did sound sorry, as if he could have done anything about it.
“I’m cool. Seriously. I just have to get better.”
“You’ll get better.” Rec chuckled. “Isn’t that what they say? It gets better.”
“Yeah. That’s what they say.”
They got to the park and headed along the path toward the center where there was a little pond.
“It’s okay if you don’t have faith yet—I’ll have it for you.”
“I’m not all hopeless and shit. I promise.”
“I know. It’s got to be hard to spend so much time out of commission, to know what your body used to be capable of, and now you’re healing but it’s so damn slow. I get it.”
“Yeah. It was rough.”
“Are you really worried you’re not going to be able to make a comeback? And don’t tell me you’re not worried, because I can see that you are. Something’s bothering you.”
“It’s no big thing.” He didn’t know how to tell the truth about what had happened. He couldn’t.
“You sure? You just seem… I don’t know. Maybe I’m reading into it.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll wrestle my demons.”
Rec gave him a long, measured look. “Maybe you don’t have to wrestle them on your own. I know it’s only been a few days, but I like to think we’re friends now. With benefits at that. One of those benefits should be having someone you can talk to, talk things out with.”
“I think we are too. Seriously. You’ve been… amazing.” More than. Rec was like an angel.
“Ditto on the amazing.” Rec squeezed his shoulder and helped him set his chair by a bench near the small pond. Trees shaded the area, and a breeze blew through. Sitting on the bench, Rec tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a moment. “Listen to those birds and bugs make noise.”
“Crazy, isn’t it? How this is so green in the middle of all this hustle and bustle?” He wished he could go run through the grass.
“Yeah. I love coming here. Most of my runs involve the park in some way.”
“I used to run this one too.” A long time ago.
“Then we’ll have to go together when you’re up to it again.” Rec gave him a warm smile.
“Works for me.” He could do that.
“I’m going to hold you to it, B.” Rec took his hand and twined their fingers together.
He loved that, how Rec reached for him, held him. Their fingers fit damn well together too, like they were made for each other.
God, that was cheesy. And probably pretty damn presumptuous. Still, he could be ridiculous in his own head if he wanted to.
Rec squeezed his hand and gave him a rather goofy smile. Maybe it wasn’t so presumptuous after all.
“It’s a gorgeous day.” Barclay didn’t know what else to say.
“It is. I think a little sun will do you good. How are you feeling? Muscles feeling a little tired?”
“Yeah. You know, shaky.”
“You ready for something to eat? That’ll probably help. There’s a hotdog cart on the south side of the park.”
“Oh, that sounds good.” He could totally deal with that.
“Awesome.” Rec stood and went around to the back of his chair, unlocking the wheel before pushing him back onto the path. “What do you like on your wiener?”
“Chili and cheese. You?” He leaned back and winked.
“Well, I do like that special sauce.” Rec waggled his eyebrows.
Barclay laughed happily, tickled deep down. “I do like my tube steak.”
Rec’s laughter joined his, and by
the time they got to the hotdog stand, they were chortling like mad.
They ordered their hotdogs, breaking into chuckles whenever they stopped to breathe.
Once they’d paid and received their dogs, Rec pushed him back to a quiet bench and sat on it next to him. “Would it be weird if I sat and watched you eat?”
“You aren’t hungry?”
“Yeah, but I can eat a hotdog anytime. Watching you eat is going to be special.”
“Goof.” Barclay’s cheeks turned hot, but he focused on his dog, on getting the perfect bite.
“Mmm. Look at that mouth.” The words were soft, barely spoken.
Oh God. Seriously? Oh God. He wriggled in his chair.
“Yeah, you make me feel like wriggling too.”
“Eat your hotdog.” Barclay tried to take another bite. He could feel Rec’s eyes on him, though, watching every move he made, and suddenly he saw it, the way he was opening his mouth to get his lips around the bun.
God, this was perverse and heated and wonderful.
He glanced at Rec, found the man licking his lips, those eyes glued to him.
He licked chili off his lips. Damn.
Rec hummed. “So pretty. I could eat you up.” It should have sounded cheesy, silly, but it didn’t. It was hot, and the words went straight to his balls. Rec could make him want so quickly.
“I bet the hotdog is better.” God, Rec was something.
“No way. I’ve had a taste of you—trust me, this dog’s got nothing on yours.” Rec took a bite of his hotdog, a blob of mustard left behind on the corner of his mouth.
“You have….” He leaned forward and caught the mustard on his finger, bringing it to his mouth.
Rec moaned for him, the sound resonating in his balls, and he swallowed hard. How had eating hotdogs in the park turned him hard and needy?
Barclay dropped his eyes and focused on his food. He was in public; he didn’t do this sort of thing now. Anymore. Whatever.
When he looked up again, Rec was still watching him, although he’d finished his dog too. Rec smiled, and he smiled back automatically, feeling warm inside.
“You want to come back to my place? I’ve got something I want you to try.”
“Sure. I like your place.” It was comfortable and open enough for him to function.
“Thanks. I like it too. And it feels great to have you in it. I had this toy that was still in the box, and I set it up this morning. I was hoping you’d come by again today after our session,” Rec admitted.
