"Hey, baby!" John said as he kissed Phillip hello. "The food smells great!"
"Thanks! How was your day, hon?" Phillip asked.
"Hell! I had two tests -- one in Psych and one in Calc -- and I have to leave again at 8 to meet Andy to study for our Sociology test on Friday."
"But, John, tonight was supposed to be for us! I made your favorite dinner -- leg of lamb, au gratin potatoes and french-cut green beans. I even made blueberry cobbler for dessert, just because you love it. And then I thought we might finally get to talk and be together...you know?"
"I know, babe. But we just found out about the test today and I haven't been doing so well in Sociology. I told Andy that I had plans tonight but this is the only time he can study before Friday. I'm really sorry, Phil. I mean, we can still have dinner together, but I have to get going after that. You know how important this degree is to me." John cupped Phil's face in his hand "I'll make it up to you. I promise."
As John leaned in to gently kiss his lover, Phil slapped John's hand away from his face. "I don't want to hear it anymore! I hope you like the food. It's on the stove," Phil said as he grabbed his black leather jacket and ran out to his car. "Philip! Honey!" John yelled after the red Corvette as it peeled out of the drive way. But Philip was gone.
John went to the stove and looked at the meal Philip had prepared: leg of lamb browned to perfection and dripping with juices, au gratin potatoes with a light brown coating on top -- Philip knew that Andy wouldn't eat them if they were too brown -- buttered french-cut green beans seasoned with dill...and blueberry cobbler. John started tearing when he realized how much work and love Philip had put into the evening. But he knew there was no use trying to find Philip and he felt too guilty to eat the food. So he got his books together and left to meet Andy.
Meanwhile, Phil drove around for a few hours trying to make his mind stop racing. He'd suspected that John had been cheating on him for the past six months. Tonight had been the final break. Philip thought the dinner would bring them back together and make John his again. But Philip didn't care anymore. He wanted to forget about John and Andy and find someone to make John jealous with.
When his head finally cleared, Phil decided to cruise State Street and find a prostitute for the night. He could see John's expression after walking in on Phil and another man. "That's right, John! I can do it, too!" is what Philip planned to say in his attempt to hurt John.
Philip didn't have to try hard to find what he was looking for. State Street was overflowing with male prostitutes lurking in the shadows, hiding from the Police that often flew down State Street during the evening hours and picked up any person they could catch. But there was one who wasn't hiding in the shadows.
When Philip met his eyes, it was as if his Corvette stopped all by itself. Philip couldn't stop looking at him and couldn't drive away as the man slowly approached the car, working his black leather jacket, wife-beater, torn blue jeans and black boots for all they were worth.
"You wanna fuck?! Call me Michael. You wanna talk?! The pay phones on the corner. What's it gonna be, catcher?!" Philip nearly tore his own blue jeans with how fast his raging erection sprang to action.
"Fuck," Philip feebly said.
"Good," said Michael, appearing in the seat next to Philip in the next moment. Philip didn't even see him walk around the car or hear the passenger door open and shut. But Michael was too intoxicating for Philip to care.
"How much will this be?" Philip asked. "I was hoping we'd..."
"I already know what you want, Phil. And you're going to get every bit of it," said Michael, running his finger over the lobe of Philip's ear.
"But how..."
"Drive."
So Philip drove back to his house as quickly as he could.
"Go to the bedroom NOW!" Michael ordered as soon as Philip shut the front door.
"Yes, sir!" Philip barked back, looking at his untouched food as he passed the kitchen and turning his tears to angry lust.
"Why aren't you taking your clothes off, boy?! Don't make me take them off for you!"
"Sir!" Philip was about to cream all over the place before Michael even touched him.
Philip remembered back to when John had that same effect on him. John would get Philip so hard before Philip was even naked that Philip's dick would pop up and hit his stomach the second it was released, just like Philip's cock was doing now for Michael.
"On the bed and on your back NOW, boy!" Philip complied quickly.
He could feel the pre-cum dribbling from his throbbing cock and down the inside of his thigh. Philip sprang on his back and excitedly awaited Michael's next command. But there wasn't one. Michael came to the foot of the bed and climbed onto it, on his hands and knees, heading for Philip. Philip started breathing heavily and produced a steady flow of pre-cum as Michael started to envelop Philip's body with his own, coming closer and closer to Philip's face.
When Michael's crotch reached Philip's chest, Michael stopped, straddling Philip's chest and reached under the pillows. "Trying to hide these from me, weren't you boy?!" Michael accusedly asked Phillip, pulling two sets of handcuffs from underneath of the pillow.
Michael grabbed Philip's right wrist and twisted it, causing Philip to jerk underneath of Michael's crotch. Michael then slapped one handcuff on Philip's wrist, slapping the other onto the head board. After doing the same thing with Philip's left wrist, Michael slid his body down Philip's until their crotches, nipples and mouths were perfectly aligned.
"You've been a good boy, Phil. And now you're going to get exactly what you want!"
Philip's eyes were so wide he swore that Michael must have been able to see straight through his thoughts. Philip was so hot that he was just about to explode his man juice all over his and Michael's thighs. But, just when Philip was on the edge of exploding, Michael began to fade in his eyes. Philip blinked, assuming that his eyes had begun to roll back into his head and blur his vision as they often did when he was reaching orgasm. But it was true! Michael was slowly fading into thin air!
"Michael? Michael?!" Philip didn't know what to do, especially when, in all the excitement, he shot his load and watched it fly in the air and land on his thighs, warm and thick. And then he heard the front door shut and heard his name.
"Philip?! Phil, honey, are you here?!" It was John!
Philip looked at the clock on the night stand and saw that it was only 9:30. John wasn't due home from "studying" with Andy until at least 11.
"Yeah. I'm in the bedroom," Philip replied, so sad at the sound of John's voice that he forget he was tied up and, now, spunked on.
Philip stopped liking the idea of hurting John and was afraid of what would happen when John came in the door. Philip was angry but he never truly wanted to hurt John. He loved him too much and didn't know what he would do if John wasn't a part of his life.
The bedroom door flew open with a gust of energy that Philip hadn't seen in John for 6 months or more.
"Honey," John said, before stopping and noticing the state that Philip was in. "Looks like you started without me," John said, chuckling and heading towards the bed to lay down next to Philip.
"I'm sorry, baby," Philip started to say, tearing up again. "It's just..."
"Shhh. Hush. I don't care. I came home early from studying to tell you how sorry I am about how I have been acting lately. I love you more than I've been letting you know and there's no excuse for it. I know my degree is important to me but so are you and I haven't been giving you the love and attention that I should have."
John cupped Philip's face in his hands again and kissed him as tenderly as Philip could ever remember being kissed by anyone.
"I wouldn't blame you if you hated me. I've been just horrible. But I'm here now and I am going to do everything I can to make sure that we never grow apart ever again." John laid his head on Philip's chest as Philip smiled, tears silently flowing down his cheek. "I love you, too, baby! Thank you for letting me know that you still care. I love you!"
They laid on each other for a little while until Philip remembered that he was still naked, covered in spunk and tied to the bed.
"Uhm...John? Maybe you can get these cuffs off of me and we can have some wine and talk."
John took his head off of Philip's chest and looked into Philip's with a mischievous glare that Philip hadn't seen in John since before he started back on his degree. "We can talk later. But there's no reason to let a perfectly good set of handcuffs go to waste..."
With that said, John left the room and left Philip wondering what in the world John had in mind. Whatever it was, Philip's cock was as stiff as a flagpole and close to drooling again. He heard John moving things around in drawers but couldn't think of what he could be getting -- all of their sex toys and equipment were in the bedroom.
And then John came back into the bedroom wearing nothing but a leather jock strap, chest harness and carrying an enema bag, filled with a red liquid.
"What's in the bag?" Philip asked John, still not sure of what John had in mind.
"You said you wanted wine, right? And red is your favorite. You put two and two together," John told Philip with an evil grin.
Philip's asshole puckered and quivered at the thought of the wine enema. He'd always wanted to try a wine enema, since the liquid absorbs into the body and intoxicates you immediately. Philip's cock drizzled more cum just thinking about the rest of the night that was ahead.
John came to the foot of the bed, bent down and started to suck on Philip's toes. Philip started moaning and twisting in his cuffs.
"If you keep moving your feet, boy, I'm going to have to tie them down, too!"
Philip laid still but kept moaning as John worked his way up his feet and calves until he reached his thighs.
"You shouldn't have started without me, boy! Now I have to clean up after you!" John started to lick Phillips thighs, following the trail of the cum that was still on Philip's thighs. Driving Philip wild, john spread his legs and licked the cum off of Philip's inner thighs, making Philip struggle to keep from writhing around in ecstasy.
As John raised Philip's legs into the air, John's tongue moved from Philip's inner thigh to his still quivering asshole. He licked all around Philip's asshole though not touching it for 5 minutes or more. It took every ounce of power he had not to wrap his firm thighs around John's head when John finally started to lick his asshole and work his tongue inside for a nice tongue fucking.
"Oh my God I love you, John!" Philip whispered.
"I know," said John, grinning and tongue fucking Philip as furiously as he could.
Wanting to surprise Philip, John positioned the tip of the enema bag right underneath of Philip's asshole and put it in right as he removed his tongue from the deepest thrust he could give Philip's man golve. Philip didn't even know what was going on until he felt a cold rush from his ass throughout the rest of his body.
"Whoa!" Philip whimpered as he began to shiver.
"Well, boy," said John, looking at Philip from between his raised legs, "you like your red wine chilled. So, again, you got what you wanted!"
Philip thought he would cream all over John's face from the cold, but his cock actually went soft. When John had emptied all of the wine into Philip's now frigid hole, he noticed Philip's soft cock.
"Don't worry, boy! I'll take care of that. But don't you let one drop out or you're going to be sorry!"
Though the chilled wine was almost unbearable, Philip soon forgot about it when he felt the warmth of John's tongue running all over his cock. Soon, Philip was getting hard again and was inside of John's mouth, moving in and out of his hot throat. Just to make Philip work harder, John started to play with Philip's asshole with the tip of his finger. He never put the finger inside but it was all that Philip could do to keep from gushing the wine out.
But Philip didn't have to worry about that for long since the wine had almost fully absorbed into Philip, whom had already begun to feel tipsy.
"Yeah! Suck it, John! That's so hot! I love you, John!" Philip started to scream out, not realizing yet that he was intoxicated. But John knew and started to use it to his advantage.
"What did you call me?!" John said, dropping Philip's cock from his mouth and giving him a slight smack on his left butt cheek. "You will call me SIR!"
"Yes, s..." Philip tried to say as John put his hand over Philip's mouth and gently pushed his head back on the pillow.
He worked up Philip's body slowly, tracing his tongue around Philip's stomach and chest, teasing Philip's taut nipples with the tip of his tongue and then leaving them without sucking on them.
"Suck my nipples, sir! Please suck my nipples! I want it, sir! I want it!" but John kept working up Philip, sucking on the nape of his neck. Philip curved his back off of the bed and let out the wildest moans. Philip was always a loud one in bed, but when he was drunk, the walls vibrated through his moans!
John kept sucking on the nape of Philip's neck until he saw light marks. Then John started to make marks all over Philip's neck and chest, making a path from each side of Philip's neck to Philip's nipples, finally sucking them as long and hard as Philip could have ever wished.
"Oh God! YES!"
Philip's head oozed pre-cum in a steady stream now and he couldn't keep from arching his back off of the bed and bending into John's overworked mouth. Philip's legs stayed in the air the entire time and were now wrapped around John's waist in a bear hug that John couldn't have escaped from if he had wanted to.
With Philip's thighs around his waist, John knew what Philip was hungry for, drunk or not. John stopped sucking on Philip's nipples and followed the trail he had made and stopped Philip's wincing by kissing him as deeply and passionately as he could muster. With his tongue in Philip's mouth, John reached down, unzipped his leather jock strap pouch, put his throbbing cock head in the perfect position and leaned forward, entering Philip's aching hole.
"Oh, yes sir! Fuck my hole, sir! Yes!"
Philip tightened his thighs around John's waist and tried to pull him further into his hole while trying to pull John's face closer to his with his arms around John's neck. John gave in and kissed Philip deeper but was going to fuck Philip on his own terms.
John pushed against Philip's thighs with his ripped back and said, "Now, boy, you know that I fuck you when I want to and how I want to. So stop pushing or you can lay here by yourself and not get fucked at all!"
"I'm sorry, sir. But please fuck me, sir! I want it! I need it! Please, sir!"
"Quiet NOW, boy!"
Philip loosened his grip on John's waist and gave into John's will. After teaching Philip a lesson by teasing Philip's aching hole with his cock head, John pushed into Philip's hole just far enough so that his cock head was in and nothing more.
"Oh yes, sir! Put it in all the way, sir! PLEASE!"
John knew that Philip was drunk and knew that he was ready to bang Philip's ass just as much as Philip wanted to him to. So he decided to give Philip a nice surprise.
John planted his feet in the bed and rammed all 8 inches of his cock into Philip's ass. The wine had made Philip more loose then usual but not so loose that he didn't let out a loud moan at the 8 inch surprise he had just received.
Then John slowly pulled out until his head was the only thing inside of Philip before ramming his cock all the way in again. Philip's thighs had automatically tightened around John's waist again and he was riding John for every thrust he was giving, yelling in ecstasy all the way.
"Fuck me hard, sir! I've been a very bad boy! Give it to me, sir!"
Before long John was fucking Philip so hard that the head board made marks against the wall when it hit. And Philip was sliding into each of John's thrusts just as hard, making the room fill with sounds that were more like a spanking then a fucking.
"You like that, baby?!"
"Oh yeah! I love you, John!"
"I love you, too, baby!"
John and Philip fucked each other for over an hour before John pushed his cock in as deep as he could and filled Philip's ass with 6 gusts of hot cum. And Philip matched John gust for gust as he splashed both of their chests with his own cum.
John took both sets of handcuffs off of Philip before collapsing on top of him, his cock growing soft inside John. They lightly kissed each other until John fell asleep on top of Philip.
"Thank you, Michael!" Philip whispered before drifting off to sleep, his lover safely in his bed and his worries gone.
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