by Mel Spenser
Nick almost choked on his coffee. "Shit!" He picked up a napkin and blotted his shirt. "Well, what I actually meant was kick your ass at pool."
"Too bad." Andy gave an exaggerated sigh. Nick looked up at him, interested now.
Andy stood up and slowly pushed in his chair. "Well, in that case, I guess that I'll go into my office for a while. Balance the checkbook. Catch up on e-mail. Polish my golf clubs." He edged around the table.
"You don't golf." Nick narrowed his eyes and was watching Andy now.
"Oh, yeah." Andy sidled toward the door. "I guess could I alphabetize my books then. Reorganize my CDs. Maybe dust the shelves."
Nick made a grab for him. Andy faked to the left and darted from the room. Nick was up out of his chair in a flash and chased Andy down the hall. He saw Andy duck into the game room. When Nick got there, Andy was at the other end of the room, standing behind the pool table. Nick walked casually up to the table and then stood with his hands resting on the rail.
Andy's eyes widened when he realized that he was trapped. "Oh, shit."
Nick raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Oh, shit, is right."
They looked at each other from across the table. Andy watched as Nick changed his expression and intensity. He stared transfixed as Nick slipped into the scene and became the dominant. Andy knew that he was in big trouble. His dick went rigid as stone.
Nick stepped back from the table. He pointed in front of him and said softly, "Need you to come here."
"Uh, Nick, shouldn't we talk about this first?"
"We already did." The low pitched, authoritative tone of Nick's voice made Andy shiver. "Come here. Now."
Their gaze held as Andy inched around the table until he was standing directly in front of Nick.
"Strip."
In a flurry of arms, Andy yanked off his clothes and stood naked in front of Nick. His cock bobbed between them, begging for attention. Nick looked down at it, but didn't touch.
"Very pretty dick." His voice was pitched low. "I love your cock."
Andy's prick jerked. Nick tilted his head to the side, watching it as it twitched again. "And it seems to like me."
"It does." Andy swallowed. "Very much."
Nick reached around and cupped Andy's butt. His fingers brushed against Andy's crease. Andy's eyes closed and his lips parted. He swayed on his feet.
"How about this? Does your perfect, tight ass like me, too?"
Andy gave a whimper and reached toward Nick.
"Uh-uh." Nick gently pushed his hands away. "No touching unless I say. I'll tell you what to do and when to do it." Nick leaned close and whispered in Andy's ear. "If you're good, and ask me nicely, you may get to come."
"God, Nick." Andy's eyes all but rolled back into his head and he trembled.
Nick stepped back and undid his own shorts. Andy watched his every movement. Nick let the zipper down and then pulled out his cock and balls. Nick stood there, dressed except for his erection thrusting out of his fly, while Andy stood in front of him, completely naked.
"Tell me what you want."
Andy stared at Nick's swollen prick and licked his lips. "Want to suck you."
"Do it then. Suck me." Nick said softly.
Andy dropped to his knees in front of Nick. He circled Nick's cock and balls with his thumb and fingers. He put his thumb under Nick's balls, pushing them forward, and his finger wrapped over the base of Nick's shaft. He'd effectively made a cock ring with his hand.
He nuzzled Nick's balls before he laved them with his tongue. He licked up the underneath of Nick's shaft from the base to the head. He took Nick's cock in and began sucking. He pulled strongly with his mouth as he increased the suction.
Nick stood with his eyes closed and his head back. His hands lightly cupped Andy's head and toyed with his hair while Andy relentlessly sucked. Nick looked down and watched Andy's blond head bobbing in front of him as Andy worked on his cock.
Finally, when Nick felt his balls tightening, he pushed Andy back gently. "Enough. Stand up."
Andy stood up and looked at Nick with a somewhat glazed look in his eyes. His lips were wet and slightly swollen. He palmed his own cock, loosely stroking it.
"Uh-uh." Nick moved his hand away. "Not yet."
"So hard, Nick," It came out as almost a whine. Andy sounded like he was getting desperate.
Nick turned Andy to face the pool table. "Bend over."
Andy leaned over and put his hands on the rail.
"No. I want you this way." Nick repositioned him and pushed him down until Andy's bare chest was on the felt. Nick placed Andy's arms over his head on the table and nudged his feet apart. Andy's ass was on display, his cheeks spread wide. The side of the table caused Andy's erect cock to be pushed down between his legs. Andy wasn't physically bound, but he couldn't move easily all the same. Nick saw goosebumps break out on Andy's skin.
Nick stood behind him and caressed Andy's ass with both hands.
"So pretty." Nick said in the same low voice. He lightly brushed the head of his cock against the exposed underside of Andy's balls. "Perfect."
Andy trembled.
Then Nick's hands were everywhere. He stroked Andy's cock that was hanging down between his legs, while he ran his other hand over Andy's back and sides. He moved his hands in circles over Andy's ass, squeezing and kneading the cheeks. His thumbs teased Andy's hole again and again as he circled his hands. Increasing the pressure slightly, he brushed his thumbs along the sensitive area between Andy's balls and hole.
Andy gave himself completely over to the sensations and gifted Nick with a litany of whimpers and incomprehensible sounds.
Nick continued to pet and stroke Andy. His cock leaked tracks of pre-come across the backs of Andy's thighs. Andy moaned, clenching and unclenching his hole under Nick's teasing and caresses. When the flat of Nick's hot, wet tongue unexpectedly began lapping at his hole, Andy jerked uncontrollably. Nick's hands firmly held him in place, keeping his ass cheeks spread wide, and refused to let him move. Andy lay there helplessly as Nick's tongue licked and darted and probed. When Andy felt teeth gently grab the sensitive area between his balls and hole, he cried out loudly. Nick continued working the delicate skin, nibbling and licking while holding Andy in place.
"Nick! God! So close."
Nick pulled back briefly, his breath hot on Andy's wet, sensitive skin. "You like that, baby?"
"God, yes!"
"Tell me whose ass this is." Nick purred.
"Yours. Only yours. Nobody else's." Andy's thighs quivered.
Softly Nick said, "Then tell me exactly what you want." He went back to licking Andy's hole.
"You. In me. Now."
"Ask me nicely." Nick blew gently on Andy's wet skin.
"Oh, God, Nick. Please. Please fuck me."
Nick felt an unexpected rush of excitement and his cock jerked at the plea. He stood up and positioned himself behind Andy, cock in hand, ready to plunge into the quivering hole waiting for him. Then he remembered.
"Lube?"
"I don't care." Andy was frantic.
"You will later." Nick might be playing a bit of a scene, but there was no way he was going to hurt Andy for real.
"Wait! Wait! In my pocket! I found some when I was doing laundry. God, please hurry."
Nick moved away to get Andy's shorts that had been discarded on the floor. At the loss of contact, Andy gave a pained sound. "No! Please."
Nick reached out and touched Andy's hip.
"I'm here, baby. Just going to get the lube. Stay put." Nick leaned over and snatched up Andy's shorts. He felt around the pockets until he found the lube. He slicked up Andy, getting him ready, and greased his own cock. He positioned himself at Andy's slicked entrance then pushed in. Andy tried to push himself up on his arms to get leverage.
"Uh-uh." Nick leaned over Andy's back, grabbed his wrists and held them in place above his head on the table. "You stay where I put you, remember?" Nick held on to Andy's wrists, pinning them to the
table as he drove into him. Nick thrust over and over as Andy writhed under him and tried to push back against him.
"How are you doing, baby?" Nick was panting. "Ready to come?"
"Oh, God. So hard. Yes."
Nick thrust several more times, now angling each time to stroke Andy's sweet spot.
"Then ask me, sweetheart." Nick said seductively. "Beg me."
"Please. Oh, God. Please. Can I come? Please?" Andy was practically screaming.
Nick experienced a heady rush like he'd never had in his life. It was as if Andy had given him a precious gift. The feeling of power was intoxicating and an unexpected rush of satisfaction surged through him. He smiled.
"Come for me, baby."
Andy shot almost immediately. His body bucked and he writhed under Nick. Nick was right there with him. They rode their orgasms out together, jerking in sync as come left their bodies in a series of hot spurts.
"I love you," Nick breathed on Andy's back as he came. "Baby… Love you so much."
Slowly, their tremors passed and Nick released Andy's wrists. He planted kisses on Andy's back before propping himself up with his hands on either side of Andy. Finally, he stood upright and slowly withdrew his deflating cock from Andy's ass. He helped Andy stand upright, turned him around and kissed him gently.
"Love you." Andy said between kisses. He was trembling.
They continued kissing until the intensity of the mood caused by the scene lightened. Andy eventually calmed and came back to himself.
"Damn, Nick." Andy smiled. "You have a bit of a dom in you."
"Yeah. It would appear so." Nick gave a nervous laugh, not sure that he was exactly comfortable with discovering that side of himself. "Don't really know where that came from. Never done anything remotely like that before."
"It was fucking hot, man."
"And you…" Nick kissed him on the nose. "You have a little bit of a kink in you, don't you?"
Andy kind of gave a goofy laugh and blushed, then buried his face against Nick's chest.
Chapter 23
Early Monday morning, Andy let himself into the staff entrance at the back of the library.
"Hi, Andy! Welcome back."
The staff in the workroom stopped what they were doing to greet him. They were all really happy to see him return from his vacation.
"Hi, everybody." He looked relaxed and happy.
"Look at you… all tanned." Rhonda teased him.
"Yeah, right." Andy snorted. "I went from pasty to pale."
"Look at the freckles…" Betty Jo was smiling at him. "How cute."
Andy wrinkled his nose at her.
"So, do you have any pictures to show us?"
"I may have a few." He grinned and patted his laptop bag. "Let me put all this stuff down."
He unlocked his office door, went in and flipped on the computer. The answering machine glowed red. He logged on to his e-mail. He had over four hundred messages.
"Oh, man…"
Rhonda and Betty Jo stood in his doorway.
"What is it?" Others started collecting at the door.
"It's going to take me all day to wade through these messages. Pamela, you probably shouldn't schedule me for the reference desk today. It doesn't look good."
Bill stuck his head in, "I made some fresh coffee if you want some. And Chanda brought donuts."
"Thanks. I think I'm going to need it to get through all this crap. Sometimes it just doesn't pay to take a vacation."
"Well, you just ease back in," Betty Jo said. "We can take care of things out there today."
"So, did anything awful happen while I was gone?"
"Oh, the library was fine. No disasters."
Betty Jo and Rhonda got serious and looked at each other.
"What?" Andy raised his eyebrows. "What happened?"
"Well, Andy we don't want you to get upset…" Betty Jo was hemming and hawing. "You just got back and you look so relaxed."
"What is it? Tell me."
"I just hate to be the one to tell you…"
"Would somebody tell me, please?"
"Andy, that creepy guy was here," Rhonda said quietly.
"Lee? Here?" Andy pushed up his glasses. "When?"
"A few days ago." Betty Jo wrung her hands together, looking worried. "I'm so sorry."
"What did he do? How long was he here?"
"Well, Chanda is the one that noticed him," Rhonda said. "She saw him come in and then she called over to the reference desk. He had on a hat, but we recognized him."
"He walked around the inside of the building and along the back wall. Pamela got Bill and Greg to go find him. They found him in the magazine area. When he knew they were coming for him, he left."
"But he's not supposed to be in the building." Andy couldn't believe it. "I've got a restraining order filed against him."
"Apparently he doesn't care," Betty Jo said.
"See? This is why we need security in the building." Rhonda said.
Andy felt sick to his stomach. He thought for a minute and then said, "I bet that we got him on the camera. I'm going to call security to pull the tape."
Andy called Nick at work.
"Nick."
"Hey, baby. How's it going?"
"Not so good. Lee was in the building while we were out of town."
"Son of a bitch."
"Security is going to come and make a copy of the tape. Then they are going to contact the police."
"I'm going to call Briggs and see what he's got. I'll talk to you later." Nick added, "And babe? Pay special attention to what's around you when you go out to your car."
"I will." When Andy hung up the phone he had to admit to himself that he was a little scared.
***
Nick waited for the gate to open and then drove through. Andy's car was already in the driveway. He was collecting his things to go inside when a movement from next door caught his eye.
The elderly woman who lived there was walking slowly through her yard toward him. She had on a big hat and was carrying pruning shears in one gloved hand. She gestured for Nick to come to the fence. Curious, Nick walked over to her.
"Hi there. I don't think I've met you. My name's Bernice."
"I'm Nick. Nice to meet you."
"Are you with Andy?" She looked directly at Nick. He wasn't sure how to answer that and when he didn't respond immediately she went on. "Oh, don't be coy with me. I didn't fall off of a turnip truck. I've known Andy since he was in diapers. I know how he is."
She waved her clippers toward the house. "I watched that boy and his sister grow up in that house. They were always good kids. I was friends with their grandma for forty years."
"Really?" Nick was pleased to learn another facet of Andy's life. "How interesting."
"Anyway, I'm outside a lot of the time tending to my roses." She continued. "I see things that go on in the neighborhood." She stopped and looked off for a moment like she was considering something. "Funny… people don't seem to pay much attention to an old lady in a big hat."
Nick was starting to wonder where this was going.
"Anyway, I wanted to tell you what I saw."
"What did you see?" Nick was almost afraid to ask. He frantically searched his mind. Had he and Andy been indiscreet? He prepared himself to be humiliated.
"There's a man that's been hanging around. He seems very interested in Andy's house."
Shit, Nick thought.
"Would you mind telling me what he looks like?" Nick asked.
"Red hair. And I can just tell that one's up to no good." She waved her clippers toward the street. "Sometimes he walks up and down the sidewalk. Most of the time he parks out in front of my house. He's got a different car every time I see him. But I recognize him all the same."
Nick looked over to where she was pointing. It was less than twenty feet from Andy's gate.
"Thank you for telling me, Ms…"
"Just call me Bernice." She smiled up at Nick. "Andy's a good boy
. I don't want to see him get hurt. You'll look out for him, won't you?"
"I'll do my best. Thank you for telling me." Nick said. He figured that she deserved the truth so he added, "The man you've been seeing is bad. Andy has been having trouble with him for a while now. In fact there's a restraining order against him to stay away from Andy."
