Rough Sketch
by Touchstone
It was the third time Brian found himself walking into the bar alone. It was a beautiful sunny day outside the empty shack, and his girlfriend, Kate was out by the beach with the rest of his friends. It wasn’t the first ‘good day out’ that he’d skipped out on. So much that it looked like she’d given up on trying to get him to tag along outside. It was probably a good thing, but then he could only hope that she wasn’t too upset over all this.
Was it his fault that he didn’t like the beach?
“Not a fan of the beach, are you?” The familiar voice of the bartender came, as though the man had just read his thoughts. Sitting himself on the stool directly facing the man, Brian gave a simple shrug as an answer.
“So what brings you all the way out here, then?” the man pressed on. “Most kids come out here for the sand, the sun and the sea.”
“I just came because my girlfriend wanted to come,” Brian sighed. “Seriously I’d rather have gone to any other place in Europe for the museums or galleries.”
“Well, you never know until you give this place a chance, right? But who am I to shoo away a customer? Name’s Matt,” the bartender introduced himself.
“Brian,” Brian answered simply. “And I dunno, guess I’m not an outdoors kind of person.” It would have been stating the obvious anyway. Not that Brian looked like a frail kind of nerd, but his complexion was a little pale and his frame was a bit thinly built, a fact accentuated by the red Hawaiian shirt he was wearing.
After ordering his drink, Brian stared out towards the open beach, sighing miserably. It wasn’t just that he didn’t like going out, it was also that he’d been waiting for the right time to propose to his girlfriend. The setting would’ve been perfect if they’d been in Europe. Now he felt like the ring in his pocket would have to wait until they were either back in college or off on their next vacation.
“So what kind of stuff would you rather do, then?” Matt asked as he returned with Brian’s order. The bartender looked the complete opposite of Brian, in a sense. The man was tall, large and slightly burly, the parts of his stone-carved biceps not covered by the sleeves of his own Hawaiian shirt covered in tattoos. His head was shaved completely bald, his wide jaw covered with a thick goatee that seemed to amplify the ‘fierce’ kind of look you’d expect to see in his dark brown eyes. Although he looked nothing short of friendly at the moment, he did not look like someone anyone would want to mess with.
“I dunno, sketch I guess,” Brian admitted.
“So you’re some kind of artist?” the bartender chuckled.
“Not professionally, no. But I do enjoy it,” Brian said.
“What kind of stuff do you sketch?” the bartender egged on.
“Anything, really. Nothing specific. People, sometimes. Views. Buildings. If I had gone to Greece, I would’ve loved to sketch the statues of the Goddesses,” Brian explained, a slight tone of passion in his voice. A notable change over his usual flat, uninterested tone. It was, after all, the first time anyone had asked him about his art since he’d come here. Kate had been more than supportive of it when they’d first gotten together, but lately he felt as though she was losing interest in it, offering generic praises whenever he asked for her opinion on anything he made.
“Well what about the Gods?”
“Pardon me?”
“I mean, Zeus and stuff, right?” Matt offered.
“Oh, yeah. Them too. I guess,” Brian replied, taking a sip from his drink. “But I dunno, I’ve never drawn men before.”
Hearing this, the bartender raised an eyebrow. “Well why not? I thought you artists just appreciated art as beauty. Doesn’t make you gay or anything.”
“Yeah, I guess not,” Brian agreed. “But it’s not like an issue or anything now. I probably won’t be seeing Greece until next year at this rate.”
“Well good luck with that,” Matt said. “And if you feel strongly enough about it, maybe you should go even if your girlfriend wants to go somewhere else. Just saying.”
“Yeah,” Brian sighed. “Thanks.” It was easier said than done, though. Brian just wasn’t one of those people who was good at saying ‘no’ and sticking up for his own decisions. Odds were that if Kate were to pick somewhere else again, he’d end up sticking with her. He didn’t want to risk losing her, after all.
“Hey, Brian. Want to see something cool?”
Looking up from his drink, Brian saw that the bartender was holding up a pendant of some kind in front of him. An ornament which seemed to have been carved out of bone with a small chunk of some sort of blue crystal embedded into its core.
“It’s an amulet said to have been worn by the tribe elders who used to dwell on this island,” Matt said. “It looks perfectly carved, but if you look closely enough, you’ll see a flaw in the stone. See if you can find it.”
Not thinking too much of it, Brian’s eyelids narrowed as he tried to find the flaw. It’s not like he would’ve said ‘no’ anyway, despite thinking that this was a colossal waste of time. It still beat going out into the hot sun.
“Focus,” Matt intoned softly, his voice dropping to slight croon as he encouraged Brian on. “It’s right there in the center, just focus...”
Seeing Brian’s eyelids beginning to flutter, Matt knew that the pills he put in the man’s drink were starting to take effect. The grin that appeared on his face would’ve been invisible to Brian anyway. “Nothing exists but the stone. Feel yourself drawn into its center...” The older man’s deep voice strangely comforting, Brian began to feel himself getting sleepier and sleepier as his vision around the amulet seemed to blur out, forcing him to focus more and more on the stone.
“Relax... take a deep breath, boy, and feel all your troubles wash away...”
Brian was beginning to nod off now, the combined effect of the bartender’s voice, the crystal and the sound of ocean waves behind him all chipping away at what little resistance he’d put up.
“Now, you’re in a safe place, boy. I’m here to watch over you while you sleep, so just close your eyes and let everything else fade away..”
As the last of Brian’s resistance faded, his head drooped down as he fell completely silent save for the sound of deep, measured breaths. Fearing that some other people might come into the empty bar at any given minute, or even notice just by passing outside the shack to get to the beach, Matt knew he had to act fast.
“Can you hear me, Brian?” Matt asked.
“Yess...” came the slurred reply. This was too easy. Although Matt suspected that it could be due to Brian’s ‘agreeable’ nature.
“Brian, I want you to listen to me very carefully. From now on, every time I touch you, you’re going to feel good. You won’t understand why, but the feel of my skin in touch with yours is going to be the best thing you’ve ever felt. The longer I touch you, the more you’ll feel the pleasure build. And the more pleasure you feel, the harder it will become for you to think. Is that clear?”
“Yes..”
“Good,” Matt said. It wasn’t much to work with for now, but perhaps he’d get more time later. Seeing a couple walking over towards the shack from a distance, Matt quickly brought Brian out of his trance after commanding him to awaken at the sound of his fingers snapping. Like clockwork, Brian woke up just in the nick of time, none the wiser to everything that had happened in the span of the few minutes he’d spent entranced.
“Hey, I think I’m going to head back to my bedroom and catch a few Z’s,” Brian said as he got off from his stool.
“Nice meeting you, Brian,” Matt grinned, extending his hand out for Brian to shake it.
Not making too much out of it as usual, Brian took it. As he felt the bartender’s firm grip on his wrist, Brian’s eyes widened for a bit as he felt the grip linger. Odd, he thought. It felt strangely comforting. Perhaps it was just the sense of having someone to talk to, he told himself. Matt was the first person he’d been able to talk to about his feelings since he’d arrived, after all.
“Hey, you coming down here again tonight?” Matt asked, his hand still holding on to Brian’s.
“I..I don’t know,” Brian found himself stammering. God, why was he stammering?
“Th..there’s a beach party I p..promised Kate I’d go to with her...”
‘Damn,’ Matt cursed inside as he finally let go of Brian’s hand. Thinking quickly, he moved that hand up in another sudden friendly gesture as he grasped Brian’s shoulder. Delighting in the look of confusion on the younger man’s face, Matt leaned in and whispered, “Well, just because you promised you’d go doesn’t mean you’d promised you’d stay, does it? You hate the beach anyway.”
“I hate the beach anyway,” Brian said, as though not noticing he’d just repeated after the bartender mindlessly.
“Now go on ahead,” Matt grinned as he let the boy go. “Wouldn’t want to keep
you from your nap.”
-
Later that night, Matt found himself waiting for any sign of Brian. It had only occurred to him after letting the younger man go that he had failed to specify a time for Brian to show up. Still it didn’t matter since even though the bar was relatively full that night, his shift was over and once the boy did turn up, he’d have all night to play with his new toy.
Sure enough, his patience paid off and eventually Matt found Brian walking into the bar casually as though he was here of his own accord. Walking over to Brian, Matt gave a friendly ‘hello’ gesture, again shaking the boy’s hand, this time without waiting for the boy to take it. Reaching out on his own accord may have seemed like coming on a bit strongly, but the slight feeling of being creeped out by Matt’s overbearing ‘friendliness’ quickly faded away as the boy’s frown quickly melted into a friendly smile.
“I told Kate I wasn’t feeling well,” Brian said.
“How long is she going to be at the party?” Matt asked.
“Pretty long,” Brian replied, and Matt believed him. He’d seen more than his fair share of ‘city people’ come here for the wild beach parties, ending up either being carried to their rooms well past midnight, or passed out on the beach soaked in alcohol. Perfect.
“Are we going to get a drink?” Brian asked.
“Sure. It’s on me,” Matt said.
And so they sat at the bar together, talking as Matt signalled the current bartender to serve Brian more of the drug-laced drink he’d served to Brian earlier that day. Brian ended up opening up about a lot. His insecurities over his relationships with Kate, how unhappy he was studying law when what he really wanted to do was become an artist, it all came bubbling to the surface, coaxed on by the drinks and Matt’s occasional pat on his shoulder.
This went on until Matt finally got round to asking, “Do you think I could have a look at some of your sketches?”
“Sure,” Brian replied a bit eagerly. “They’re in my room. You want to wait here while I go get them?”
“Maybe I can just go up there with you,” Matt replied, a sly grin forming on his face.
“Uh...yeah, sure,” Brian agreed simply. He trusted Matt. It wasn’t like anything bad was going to happen anyway, as far as he was concerned. He still couldn’t understand, really, what he found so endearing about the other man’s company. Or why ever since early this afternoon he found his thoughts directed back to him so often. But as far as he was concerned he was leaving the island tomorrow anyway with the rest of his friends, so those concerns wouldn’t last long.
Or so he hoped.
The room Brian took Matt too wasn’t exactly one of the grandest suites in the hotel. And Matt had seen his fair share of this hotel’s rooms, considering the amount of guests he’d taken the time to ‘get to know’. He guessed that being college students probably left the kids with little options, although for all intents and purposes, it was still quite fancy, having its own living room separated from the bedrooms. It was here, in the dim lighting of the room where Matt sat down while waiting for Brian to come back with his sketchbook.
When the younger man returned, he sat down beside Matt on the couch and handed him a simple, leather-bound book, his face looking as though eager for praises or opinions on his work. It was all amusing, really. Matt felt like he was dealing with a confused, giddy little schoolboy who was having his work scrutinized by someone he adored. So despite not knowing, or caring much about the bowls of fruit or women sketched in intricate detail as he flipped the pages, he admitted that the kid had talent, watching Brian’s face light up whenever he made up a compliment which he made sure to accentuate from time to time with a pat on the back just to keep Brian’s mind racing.
Wait a second.
On the latest page, wait, was that?
“Oh my God,” Brian gasped. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
It was a sketch of Matt’s face, done with such fine detail that it might as well have been done by a professional. Matt was more than a little surprised at this. It was like looking into a mirror.
“When did you-
“This afternoon when I left the bar,” Brian admitted. “I don’t know why but I just got inspired to try sketching a man for once.”
Matt’s lips curved into a knowing smile. He hadn’t expected the boy to have been affected so...deeply, but again perhaps it was due to his naturally submissive nature. If so, then it was fate that delivered the boy here to him. If the boy adored him now, by the end of tonight he would worship the very ground upon which he walked.
“Wow...” Matt said. “I’m honored. I never thought I was worth sketching.”
“Well you are,” Brian said, suddenly looking embarassed that he’d said it too quickly. “You are quite attractive. Not in a sexual way to me of course.” His eyes seemed to be uncertain of that statement though, as they seemed to force themselves to wander away from Matt’s own.
“Of course not,” Matt grinned. “So uh, you only drew my face?”
“I’m not very good at drawing the male body,” Brian admitted. “Never gave it a try, even. I would’ve sketched you entirely but I don’t think I’d... I’d do it justice.” Wow. The boy was breathless. As far as Matt was concerned he’d already won. The boy might as well be on his knees right now with Matt’s cock in his mouth. But well, there was no need to take things too fast.
“Nonsense,” Matt said. “I’m sure given the right...sources you should be able to get it right. I could pose for you right now if you want.”
“Seriously? You would do that?”
“Well, it’s not really a big deal,” Matt said, unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m just helping out a friend, after all.”
“Thank you,” Brian said as he moved over to the armchair to allow space for Matt to lie down. “I was afraid of asking you because I thought it would sound weird.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Matt assured him, discarding his shirt on the floor before making quick work of his yellow-stained sweatshirt he wore underneath, revealing his massive, sculpted chest in the dim light of the room. Raising his feet onto the couch, he laid back onto the armrest, watching as Brian drank in the sight of his entire, bare, upper torso, glistening with sweat. Brian was simply awestruck by the sight that lay before him. He’d only been able to imagine Matt in his Hawaiian shirt when he tried conjuring up an image in his mind to draw earlier this afternoon. He’d had a slight inkling that Matt would be a pretty well built person underneath, but he’d never imagined him to look this good. Every curve, every inch of that tanned skin seemed to ooze perfection, from his masculine, rock hard looking abs all the way to his thick, tattoo-covered biceps. The very sight of all this seemed to make the room a bit warmer. As though the man was a sun, radiating his own heat.
And gravity.
Brian couldn’t explain why, but a part of him wished to touch this beast of perfection. He felt drawn to this man in ways he could not describe. The heat of the room seemed to get all the way down to his member as it twitched treacherously in his pants in anticipation of feelings he did not understand. All the while he contemplated this, his mouth was agape, which Matt took as a good sign.
“Are you alright, Brian?” Matt asked, intentionally bringing the boy out of his stupor.
“Y..yes... wow, man. You look...you look... like a God,” Brian stammered.
Matt raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected Brian to go that far. Not that it was an unwelcome compliment.
“No, I mean, those sculptures people made of the Grecian pantheon... well you look like one of them. People say the Greeks used to believe the male form the perfect example of beauty. That’s why they made so many sculptures of these ‘ideal’ looking men. Perfect in form and figure,” Brian explained.
“Well I think that might be taking it a bit too far,” Matt grinned, very much
enjoying the boy’s eyes worshipping his body. Before the night was over, that boy would be participating in many other rites of worship, he told himself.
“Why don’t you just start sketching?”
“Y..yeah, okay,” Brian said, picking up his pencil and looking back at his sketchpad, albeit a bit hesitantly as though he didn’t want to take his eyes off Matt. Matt watched as the boy touched his pencil to the pad a few times, withdrawing it as he looked back at Matt, part contemplating, part lost in the haze that had seemed to envelop him the moment he had seen him topless.
Eventually Matt decided to help him along.
“You okay?” Matt asked again.
“Y..yeah, I just... don’t know where to start,” Brian admitted. Matt had been hoping for this answer, the wheels in his head already chugging out ideas on where this should lead.
“Perhaps sight isn’t enough,” Matt said.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not an artist,” Matt admitted. “But maybe you’d get a better idea of how to begin if you get a more... ‘full’ perception of what you’re trying to sketch. Sight is just one of your senses. To really capture the full detail of what you are trying to sketch, perhaps you should go beyond it.” He really did know jack about art, but hell, that sentence sounded convincing even to him.
He watched with growing anticipation as Brian put away his sketchpad.
“Y..you’re right,” Brian said. “I should...touch, if, if that’s alright with you.”
“Go ahead, boy,” Matt grinned. “No harm can come of it. We’re both straight after all.” A lie, of course. A half-truth, perhaps. Only one person in the room was straight. Although it didn’t seem as though things would remain that way for long, as Brian drew closer, getting down on his knees beside the couch with his left hand reaching out hesitantly.
But where to begin? Matt drank in the dilemma playing out in the boy’s eyes as his hand hovered just above his chest, as though searching for something, wanting the very first touch to be just perfect. Already Matt could feel the delicious sparks in that ghost of a space between the boy’s skin and his own as the hand continued to wander? Where to begin? Where to begin? The man’s six packs? His tattooed biceps. Perhaps? Should he trace the pattern of the inky black serpent that seemed to coil around Matt’s rippling muscles?
Brian gasped with surprise as he was snapped out of his stupor by a firm grip closing around his wrist. He looked up to see Matt smiling down at him, a benevolent gaze that seemed to glow as he guided Brian’s hand towards the left side his bare chest, placing it softly upon his nipple. Brian closed his eyes and took it all in. The warmth that radiated from the man’s skin, from the nub of flesh enclosed in his palm seemed to wash through his mind with an unexplained sensation of peace. It was like the world was melting away, and with his closed eyes all that existed was that patch of skin he could feel. The delicious firmness of Matt’s chest, so reassuring, so strong, it was nothing like touching- no, she didn’t matter now.
“Explore.” It was a command and an invitation at the same time. The deep voice so gentle and smooth, yet firm and commanding as Brian felt his hand being moved, his fingers tracing every inch of skin it was pulled across. As his hand was let go, Brian felt himself continuing on, with both hands now tracing circles around the man’s chest as he formed pictures and thoughts in his brain that seemed to betray his convictions that, whatever feelings were surfacing in his addled mind now, they were purely academic interests for the sake of art.
Touching him was so different than touching Kate. His skin was rougher, the fibres of hair on his chest thicker and the contours and ridges formed by his muscles more firm, more pronounced, more powerful. This was the male body in all its glory. A machine of raw power, designed for domination, for power. A power that Brian found overwhelming, even as he traced his fingers down the man’s biceps, the very feeling that this man could overpower him and do anything to him that he wanted- why did he find it so exciting? Was this just admiration, or something more?
He opened his eyes, like a boy waking up from a dream. Matt was still smiling. Always kind. Always gracious. Could he possibly-?
“Are you ready to sketch me yet?” he asked softly.
“N..no,” Brian whispered in reply. How could he ever be ready to capture such greatness?
“Then close your eyes,” Matt said, running his hands in front of Brian’s face as though making them close by his sheer force of will. And in a sense, it did happen that way as Brian allowed his world to return to darkness, his right wrist once again taken by Matt’s hand. Where would it lead him this time?
In the darkness he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. It caused his heart to quicken, his thoughts racing. Could Matt possibly be-?
“Calm down, boy,” Matt’s voice reached him. “No harm in admiring another man’s cock. It’s for the sake of art, anyway.”
Right. Art. And yes there was no harm in admiring another man’s penis, was there? Even if it was done without actually seeing it. He listened to the quiet rustle of fabric against skin as Matt pulled his pants down. How he wished he could open his eyes! Oh wait, why not, he wondered? Then as he felt Matt’s hand gently guiding him south, he remembered why. Because Matt hadn’t said it was okay, of course. This was his body, after all.
The heat underneath Matt’s skin seemed to grow as Brian’s fingers trailed onwards, as though he were being pulled closer and closer to the very core of the sun. Over Matt’s six packs, in between those lines Brian felt his fingers collect more and more of Matt’s sweat, closer and closer he was drawn until at the very last moment, just as he felt the slight tickle of Matt’s pubic curls, his hand was suddenly drawn aside, and placed on Matt’s right thigh.
And what a thigh it was, Brian thought, only mildly disappointed now that his hand hadn’t reached the place he had been anticipating. It was as thick as a tree trunk, and as firm and strong. If Matt so desired, it felt like even his thighs would be enough to crush him. His hands allowed to wander free again at this point, he found himself feeling every nerve and sinew, his hands reaching around behind, clasping, feeling, grasping, ghosting the inner parts of both thighs as he felt that prize closer and closer yet outside his realm of permission. It frustrated yet delighted him at the same time. Such beauty deserved to be appreciated slowly, calmly, sensuously.
It felt like forever though, that wait continuously drumming at the corner of his mind as that wall of frustration continued to build and build, culminating with an unexplained throbbing in the confines of his pants.
“You can touch it now, Brian.”
God, yes! The suppression of his desires now an almost Olympic feat, he allowed his hands to trail inwards, slowly, slowly, starting from the top of the man’s pubic hair and working downwards.
And he felt it, then. The very center. A heat unlike any he had ever known pulsating through the tips of his fingers as they reached a wide tower of flesh rising upwards.
“Wow,” he found himself gasping. “You’re...you’re...” Words failed him as his fingers worked their way up and down the shaft, feeling, now more than ever, just how small he was in the face of such masculine divinity.
“Well,” Matt chuckled. “You called it the ‘body of a God’. Would only make sense to have a cock to go with it, don’t you think?” Brian didn’t see the older man beaming with pride, loving every moment of this. The boy was all but his now. The look on Brian’s face made it plain. The amulet and the drugs had nailed him a lot of good solid fucks in the past, but this boy, this boy worshipped him. Loved him so much that it seemed that he was forgetting how to do anything else. All that remained was for Matt to make sure it stayed that way. Beyond tonight. Forever, perhaps.
He imagined that pretty little mouth giving as much attention to his cock as those fingers had, and it was decided. Yes, definitely forever. He had big plans for this boy. Sure, big plans that were only forming now, but big nonetheless.
“Open your eyes, boy.”
And as Brian’s eyes opened, the glazed look in them as they stared longingly at Matt’s erect cock was all the bartender needed as permission to proceed with converting the once straight man into a deliciously submissive gay bottom. The spider had already drawn the fly into its web. All that was left was to spin its cocoon around it.
For Brian, it felt like the longer the journey had progressed, the more he was being humbled. He had never felt the need to work out, nor had he ever felt such a strong desire to worship and adore the male body in the countless ways his mind was telling him to. It was like with every inch of skin he trailed across, the smaller he became. The weaker he felt in comparison to Matt. And as his journey had culminated at the man’s towering cock, it was like an epiphany was dawning upon him, that in the face of such power, such divinity, what else could he do now but bow his head in worship?
“Why stop now, boy? You’ve only done sight and touch,” Matt coaxed him.
He was right.
“Just lean in, boy. Take a deep, good whiff. Learn what a man smells like.”
And Brian did, hesitantly taking his fingers off Matt’s cock, he leaned forward, closer, an act that would have been just as slow as all the others had Matt not gotten impatient and grasped his head, pushing it into his groin.
Brian’s nose now buried in the older man’s pubic hair, he felt the older man’s cock forming delicious friction with his right cheek, leaving a small drop of wetness behind. Under normal circumstances, Brian would’ve found this disgusting. He might have even resisted being pushed in so forcefully. But one deep breath taken with his nose buried there, and it all melted away. He drew in the older man’s musky, pungent aroma into his nose, carefully, holding it there for as long as humanly possible before taking it into his lungs and the very core of his being. For but a fraction of a second, his past self found the scent loathing. Yet even that faded away under the weight of the pleasant feeling of peace that seemed to wrap itself more and more around Brian’s helpless mind.
More. He had to have more.
As he took his head out of Matt’s groin, he found himself putting his fingers from his right hand in his mouth, sucking gently the flavour of Matt’s delicate sweat and other bodily odours on the tip of his tongue. He almost did not think it possible, but the very taste of male sweat seemed to be better than anything else he could think of.
“Doesn’t look like you’re inspired enough, yet,” Matt observed, watching the dumbstruck Brian licking at his fingers idly like a lost, confused, cat.
“There...there is yet something else I would taste,” Brian whispered huskily.
“If I have your permission.”
“Have at it, then,” Matt breathed, the anticipation in his cock reaching new heights as he watched the would-be artist draw closer to him again.
The next few moments that passed were torturous heaven to both men. Matt finally feeling Brian’s wet lips encompass his girth, drawing more and more his cock into him as his head sank lower and lower onto Matt’s crotch. And Brian finally feeling the growing power that Matt’s cock had been gaining over him all night reaching a crescendo as it throbbed and move ever so deliciously in his mouth as though it was meant to be there all along. It was a moment that deserved to be captured, and indeed in the future Brian knew he would be drawing a picture of this exact moment. The moment he knew he would stay with this man forever.
Brian gave the penis in his mouth more love than he’d ever given to anything before. The exploration of its every inch with his tongue a new carnal delight the likes of which he knew would never be rivalled by anything his girlfriend would ever be able to do for him. He bobbed his head up and down, coaxed on by Matt’s hand on his hair. He felt the man’s wide, long, juicy wet cock slip in and out through his lips. In and out. In and out. Every spark of movement a new height of existence for him. Every throb of its glorious presence within his oral cavity a new epiphany. Every second of touch bringing him greater and greater levels of pleasure, such that his past obligations and worries were melting away under the white heat of his divine tower.
He moaned as if to let his master know he was ready. His master’s own deep sighs and grunts of pleasure increasing in rapid succession in time to his ministrations. It was as though deep in his mind, he knew that this was the crucial moment where he would be transformed, forever changed. And for the love of this glorious, powerful God, he was willing.
And so Matt let out a cry, signalling his release as he shot load upon load of his essence into his disciple’s willing mouth. While making straight men suck his cock had been a frequent game he enjoyed over the past few years, this was a new victory to him. As he watched Brian dutifully continue to clean his cock with his tongue before finally letting it slip out, he knew what he would do next.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Matt suggested. “You can finish that sketch later.”
Brian didn’t have to say anything. The smile on his face and his cum-drenched chin spoke volumes.
Kate must have either slept on the beach or one of her friends’ rooms that night, as the two woke up the next morning together in bed, their clothes noticeably missing after a whole night of not being interrupted. Brian lay with his back against Matt’s warm chest, the older man wrapping him in a possessive embrace, his semi-erect cock still pressing against his entrance that found usage more than once the night before. Brian didn’t know this, but as he slept in that position, his submissive nature heightened even further by the sheer amount of skin contact he had with his new lover, Matt had prodded at his final sense by whispering him new commands and triggers while he slept. Brian would be leaving today, after all. Matt had to make sure he would come back as soon as he’d quit everything and given up every detail of his previous life.
And Matt would be ready when Brian did. There was still a lot of work to be done, after all, if he was to finish Brian’s transformation into his own personal beach boy. Indeed, when he was done, he would have the boy pinned beneath him on the sand, writhing underneath him like a good little bitch. And the boy would love every moment of it. And why stop there? He could change the boy’s name even. Make him believe he’d always grown up on the island, always adored him for as long as he could remember.
But all of that was for later. For now they were just two men waking up in bed after their best night ever.
“I don’t think I have to tell you this,” Matt chuckled softly. “But I’m not straight.”
Brian smiled himself, taking the older man’s larger hand and kissing it before replying, “That’s alright. Looks like I’m not either.”
END