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Chapter 16: Rebound?
Good session!? Was he being serious, this is torture.
To be honest I think I understood what he meant, but I was just over this, I wanted my freedom back.
“Hmmmpphhhh” I spoke into my gag shaking my head back and forth trying to indicate that I had had enough.
“What's that Will, you want out?”
“mmmmm hmmmm.”
“Are you sure?” Nico grabbed a handful of my crotch and lightly squeezed, it was like a switch inside me had flipped because this time my cock was rock hard. “Yeah buddy!” smiled Nico.
“Hhmmmm” I looked at him shooting daggers.
“Ok, ok.”
Nico went ahead and untied me.
The second I was free I grabbed my stuff and walked out.
I know anybody that knew the whole story would seriously judge me, I mean I went in there with the idea of roping him up and interrogating him.
When the tables got turned I couldn’t handle it, I lost my shit and completely burned down a bridge. I seem to be really good at that, pushing people away.
As I sat on the subway the saw the light come on for the next stop.
It was a station close to Dean’s house.
I stepped off the subway, heading for his place.
I walked up to the front door of the flats, I pressed his button, “Helloooo, can I help you?”.
He sounded so happy, “I-its Will. Can I come in?”
There was silence, then the door buzzed.
I walked up the three flights of stairs, and knocked on his door, he opened and I grabbed him in a big hug, squeezing him. He placed his arms around me returning the hug.
A tear formed in my eye as I held the man of my dreams.
“Will, are you ok?”
“I am know.”
“Hon, who is at the door?” came an unknown voice from somewhere inside.
My heart froze in an instant, as I released Dean from the hug, just a man walked up to us, he was tall, fair skinned with blonde hair and a chiseled jawline. He was shirtless displaying his perfect torso as he strutted to the front door.
I pushed Dean away, “I’m sorry. This was a mistake.” I turned and ran down the hallway, bounding down the stairs three at a time, tears blurring my vision. I burst back onto the street, not knowing where I was heading, just away.
“Will!!” I heard Dean’s voice calling after me. I kept walking. “WILL!!” I stopped.
I felt Dean’s hand on my shoulder, “Will, come on let’s talk.”
“About what, it’s clear Dean. You have moved on, and that's ok. I want that for you.” some silence then I proceeded with a lie that broke my heart, “I know that I am bad for you and I just came to tell you that you are better off without me.”
I started walking away again.
“Will, come on.” Dean gave two steps after me then stopped, I kept walking, brushing the tears from my eyes.
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Well, it’s been about two months since that day.
I didn’t go back for any more therapy sessions, I did a lot of reading and a lot of journaling. Ok, I admit it grew on me.
I spent a lot of time focusing on myself and clearing my head.
My phone beeped, it was from Adam.
Ready to go Will
Adam lives one floor up, we were recently riding the elevator together and got to talking. A friendship started evolving up to the point where he invited me to join him for his friends birthday party. He was not my regular type but there was something good about him, safety maybe?
I met him in the elevator and we were off.
“Wait who is this friend of yours again?” I was so impressed as we drove up to the mansion, there were already hundreds of people at the party. The cab dropped us and we walked up to the front doors, hearing the music play from inside. There party was clearly already in full swing.
“A buddy from college. His parents own a bank or something.”
Adam and I headed right for the dance floor and started dancing, we had some drinks and were having a great time.
Nature called and I started searching for a bathroom, I couldn't find one and decided to slip behind the pool house. I felt the pressure on my bladder ease as I released.
I heard someone walking up behind me, “Hi Will.”
“Dean!” I spun around shocked.
An uncomfortable silence settled between us.
Dean grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss.
I tucked my dick back in my pants and tried pulling away from Dean but his hands were already under my shirt, groping my chest.
I pushed him off me, both of us breathing hard, both a little drunk, the party music seemed to grow quiet.
His brown skin in the faint light, his chest almost popping his shirt buttons, his slim waist, his bulge -and then his eyes. In an instant all my fantasies came rushing back into my mind, and all was lost.
I grabbed Deans wrists and pulled them behind his back, pushing him against the wall.
“Oh, I missed you so much.” I kissed his neck, “I don’t even know how to say sorry Dean. I messed up.”
“You and me both Will. I mean Sir.”
“This should be a start,” I got down on my knees and whipped out his dick which was hard by now and started blowing him.
He ran his fingers through my hair, as he thrust his hips.
It didn’t take him long to blow his load.
I kept his jizz in my mouth and stood back up.
“Wow, Will, Sir. Apology accepted.”
I placed my finger over his lips silencing him then went in for a kiss.
Our lips locked and I pushed his cum into his mouth then pulled away, slamming my hand over his mouth hand gagging him.
“If you accept the apology swallow.”
I saw his throat swallow and smiled.
“I’m sure there is something in here I can use to tie you up. It’s been way too long!”
I grabbed Dean’s wrist and pulled him into the pool house.
The windows let in some light and the music had faded to a distant thumping as I stood in the small room with my dream guy.
My better judgement was warning me against this but the alcohol and hormones were stronger, I turned and locked the door.
“Strip buddy, and make it slow.”
Dean started a slow strip tease…
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