Carl’s Soft Spot - Dane

Carl's Soft Spot - Dane

The other side of Carl

A/N - Please enjoy the names and locations have been altered but the story remains true.

Tuesday afternoon

I just sat down in my office having left a meeting with Eric, my boss and the owner of the company. My part-time assistant Annie just emailed me a file. It was the information I needed for the New York location I would be flying to in the morning. I would fly to Buffalo, a short hour plus flight and then rent a car, and make my way to the location in the middle of nowhere New York. I had a hotel reserved and would stay through Friday morning then fly after 1200 on Friday.

It's what I do, at fifty-five, I do well for myself as a physical security analyst. I spend time at these facilities reviewing them and going over "items of improvement". Since most of these are government facilities, my twenty year military background and experience has come in handy as I do my work.

One thing I like and frankly at times don't like is the "two person rule" in effect. Simply put, I can not walk the facilities alone, I always have an escort.

Annie knocked on my door as I was reading the file. She came into my office and handed me a slip of paper. I looked up from my file to see her smiling.

"What?" She pointed at the paper. The red painted fingernail of her index finger was pointed at a name, Dane Cashman.

She slowly walked around my desk and ran her hand up my arms and then bent down and whispered in my ear. "If I were you, that's who I'd pick as my escort." She kissed my cheek, "When you come back, can I hear all about it?"

I turned my head slowly and kissed her firmly. When I broke the kiss, I whispered in her ear. "When I come back, you'll have no choice but to hear all about it when we go to bed. I'll share the good and the bad, my dear. And yes, as a bisexual man who loves both sides of my life, I'll tell you if I found a boy toy on the trip. It has been a while."

And with that, and kissed my cheek, she stood up and sashayed, teasing me the entire way, but yes, my heterosexual life partner, sashayed out of my office, going back to her desk

- - -

My thoughts faded and my mind wandered as Annie's soft feminine scent faded from my office. Once out past the doorway, it lingered just enough to make me restless. With a life built entirely on structure, risk assessments, and hard edges. I was good at it. I survived it. But sitting here looking at a file for a trip to nowhere, New York, my thoughts didn't drift to security protocols or actionable analysis or even perimeter fences. They drifted back, way back.

All the way back to a tiny, stifling dorm room in the late autumn of 1989 in College Park.

Back then, I wasn't a physical security analyst. I was just a twenty-year-old junior running on black coffee, pure stubbornness, and a crushing course load. I had a rigid idea of what my life was supposed to look like. I was guided by the forces of a demanding father, a mostly submissive mother, and the memory of a life where I was brought up to be the man of the house.

There were straight lines, high demands, zero distractions. I didn't drink, I didn't party, and I certainly didn't know how to turn my brain off. And this, when I needed it the most, when I was near the breaking point, Shane was there.

Shane roomed down the hall, five doors down to be exact, I was always about the exact, the opposite of Shane. He spent half his life in my room because my desk lamp was supposedly brighter. Come on, buy a brighter bulb, but there was more to it. My stubborn streak apparently needed a chaperone. At twenty, Shane was a revelation of everything I wasn't allowed to be.

While I was tall, well built, muscle bound, trim waisted, broad-shouldered, tight-jawed, and constantly bracing for the next academic or personal blow, Shane was effortlessly soft. He had smooth, clear skin, a mop of messy hair that fell across his eyes whenever he laughed, and a slender, delicate frame that seemed to swallow him whole in my oversized flannel shirts.

"You're going to snap in half, Carl," he'd say, his voice was soft, light, and breathy as he was stepping over a stack of political science textbooks trying not to knock them over. He stepped closer to my old television set.

"I'm fine, Shane. I have a paper due," I'd mutter, not lifting my eyes from the page.

"You have brain rot," he'd correct me with a soft, teasing smile, plugging in the gray Nintendo Entertainment System box. We pooled our spare cash to buy it. He'd jam the Super Mario Bros. cartridge home, flick the power switch, and flash that look over his shoulder. "Come on, save the princess. Let me teach you how to breathe."

I'd sigh, relenting because I could never quite say no to him. I moved and dropped down cross-legged on the threadbare carpet right beside him.

The hours would slip away to the tinny, chirping 8-bit soundtrack of the game. We'd trade the controller back and forth, our shoulders would sometimes knock together but then other times we would touch gently. But that first night, that very first time when his knee pressed warmly against my thigh in the cramped space, I knew.

Shane was naturally graceful, his fingers nimble and quick on the buttons, while I tended to grip the rectangular controller too tight, forcing every movement, he didn't.

I would mess up, Mario dying and disappearing into the stupid Goomba pit. But Shane wouldn't laugh at me. Instead, he'd lean in close, his body heat radiating through his clothes, and guide my hand. His fingers, cool and slender, would wrap over mine on the plastic pad, showing me the rhythm of the jump.

That first night when I looked at him, that way, and he turned to look at me, when our hands were still on the controller, this time when I actually knew. I nearly kissed him. I knew what he wanted, he blushed, closed his eyes for a moment and then went back to it, slowly, but surely.

Sitting there in the flickering glow of the screen, smelling the faint trace of his soap and the vanilla shampoo he used, something inside my rigid chest would unspool. The frantic, high-strung panic of college life would just... evaporate.

That was the night, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, his knee touching my thigh, on a cheap rug, watching the soft, pretty curve of Shane's profile in the television light, the world shifted on its axis for me. I didn't just realize that Shane was gay, or that he looked at me with a warmth I didn't deserve, that was easy to see.

What I didn't see was how much he meant to me.

I realized something fundamental about myself. Underneath all the armor, all the military-bound discipline and masculine posturing I was trying so hard to project to the world, my core still loved the soft firm body of a woman, just not the ditzy, loud, boisterous fraternity girls or the cookie-cutter life everyone else was chasing, no I wanted the studious woman.

But with Shane, I also wanted his softness. I wanted the delicate, yielding heat of a pretty boy who knew how to melt my armor without even trying. Shane taught me what relaxation felt like, and in doing so, he cracked open a door in my mind that could never, ever be shut again.

And yes, that night when I "died again" and Shane held my hands and tried to show me again, and when he turned his head looking at me, this time, I kissed him.

Shane exhaled and moaned into my mouth and kissed me back. He was mine, I was his.

Wednesday morning

My alarm went off at 0400, it wasn't blaring, but it was unyielding and right on schedule. I kissed Annie, told her I loved her and left her in bed as I started my day.

By 0600, I was stepping onto the tarmac at the regional airport. Then up the steps and boarding the cramped twin turboprop for the short, hour-and-a-half hop up to Buffalo. It was a routine I could do in my sleep, board then the coming wince as my body was cramped into a plane too small, an overhead bin stuffed with my carry-on, sliding into the aisle seat, buckling up without looking down.

As the twin engines whined to life and the aircraft began its slow taxi toward the active runway, I closed my eyes. The hum in the cabin vibrated deep in my chest, threatening to pull my thoughts right back to the memories of Shane and that dorm room. But I kept a lid on it for now. I forced the flashback down, saving it for later, letting the steady drone of the engines clear my head as I prepared for what was next.

The flight was quick. Landing in Buffalo, I grabbed my rental car, a nondescript sedan, and made the solo drive out to the facility in the middle of nowhere, New York.

By 1100, I was standing in the main administration building, checking in with the facility administrator, a stiff, graying director who looked like he'd spent thirty years behind a desk dodging accountability and people like me.

"We'll get your escort lined up right away, Mr. Nash," the director said, reaching for his internal phone. "Standard procedure, we usually assign,"

"Nope, hold on," I was firm in my baritone voice as I interrupted him. I used my quiet, unshakable weight of my twenty years in the military and physical security consulting. "We'll use the random selection protocol. Per my operating agreement for facility audits, I choose my own escort from the active roster. Hand me the directory."

He blinked, I knew right away something was 'off' this already gave me a reason for having Dane off site with me. He, the administrator, was clearly annoyed at losing control of the narrative, but he knew better than to argue with me, a federal-level security analyst. He slid a printed roster across the desk.

I didn't even have to scan it. I already knew the name Annie had pointed to with her red-painted fingernail. I tapped my finger right next to a single entry.

"Dane Cashman," I said.

The administrator raised an eyebrow, muttered something under his breath about pulling someone off administrative support, and picked up the phone. "Get Cashman up to my office. Now."

Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door, after the administrator barked, the office door clicked open. When Dane walked in, I knew instantly why Annie had selected him.

He was younger, perhaps in his mid-twenties, with soft, clear skin and thick, sandy blonde hair that fell in a clean, neat sweep across his forehead. He had pretty, wide blue eyes that darted nervously to the administrator before landing on me.

I shivered inside, his frame was strikingly petite compared to my broad shoulders and rigid posture. He looked out of place in a secure government facility. He was way too soft, too delicate, entirely disarming.

As he shifted nervously from one foot to the other, my eyes dropped just for a second. Even beneath the standard issue cargo pants, it was impossible to miss. A nice, heavy package filled the front of his pants. A slow, heavy warmth settled deep in my lower stomach. I didn't need any more convincing. Tonight and tomorrow night, I was going to thoroughly enjoy this boy toy.

"Mr. Nash, this is Dane Cashman," the administrator droned, breaking my concentration. "As requested, he'll be your primary escort for the next two and a half days."

"Glad to have you, Dane," I said, my voice dropping an octave as I offered a firm handshake. His hand felt small, soft, and slightly cool against my palm.

After a brief introductory briefing, Dane and I set out. We spent the late morning walking through the main administrative corridors, checking access control points, and reviewing perimeter logs.

Dane stayed close by my side, his movements light and naturally graceful, a stark contrast to my heavy, deliberate steps. Twice when I turned to look at something we bumped into each other. Ohh, he was soft and feminine, the second time we touched, my grip on his shoulder was a bit firmer, I pulled him a bit closer to me than I needed to.

I swear I heard him purr.

We broke for a standard lunch in the cafeteria. Over a couple of simple sandwiches, chips and a shit cup of black coffee, I kept the conversation light, letting Dane ease into the rhythm of working with me.

Once we finished eating, it was time to step up the pace. We headed outside to begin our physical inspection. As we completed the first of two secure auxiliary buildings I purposefully bumped into him again.

But now as we turned and walked the perimeter fence line of the second building, checking camera angles and blind spots, I turned to Dane, stopping him with a gentle hand on his elbow.

"You're handling this well, Dane," I said, keeping my gaze locked on his pretty blue eyes. "You should pick a restaurant near my hotel for our dinner tonight. I want to take you out to dinner. We can go over the rest of the facility logs there, without anyone breathing down our necks."

Dane flushed a faint, delicate pink, his gaze dropping to the gravel for a long, quiet beat as he processed the weight of the invitation. When he finally looked back up, his breathing was just a little bit shallower, the realization clear in his pretty blue eyes.

"I... I'd like that, Mr. Nash," he whispered, his voice soft.

And that is when I knew he was mine, this petite soft man wanted nothing more than the attention I would give him without a promise but his blush and eyes spoke volumes.

- - -

Right at 1700, I signed the final first day checklist and paperwork. I made it a point to stand in front of the administrators desk as I did that close-out. "We have challenges but nothing out of the ordinary."

I firmed my voice to ensure he knew I was in charge here of the visit. "Mr. Cashman has been thorough. I'm heading back to my hotel to review the remaining logs, grab some dinner, and I'll be back on-site tomorrow morning at 0800 sharp."

The administrator gave a dull nod, entirely satisfied to check the box and be rid of us.

"Mr. Cashman will escort me off site." As Dane escorted me out of the administrative building, trailing half a step behind me as a proper escort should, we hit the quiet concrete walkway just outside the main doors. I didn't say a word until I caught his elbow in my grip. It was just firm enough to stop him in his tracks, turning him slightly toward me so our bodies were close.

"I've made a change in plans, Dane," I said, my voice dropping an octave into that low, steady baritone. "You're going to follow my sedan back to the hotel. We're having dinner at the hotel restaurant, and we'll go over the operational logs and questions I have there."

Dane swallowed hard, his pretty blue eyes widened slightly before dropping down to the collar of my jacket for a fraction of a second. A faint, traitorous pink bloomed across the high apples of his cheeks, but he gave a small, submissive nod. "Yes, Mr. Nash. I'll follow right behind you."

Twenty minutes later, we crossed the threshold of the hotel entrance.

The moment we stepped through the front doors, I closed the distance between us. I didn't ask; I reached out, planting my palm firmly against the small of his back. My fingers were firm across the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling the delicate, narrow curve of his spine beneath my hand.

I guided him forward, steering him smoothly past the carpeted lounge area, down the brightly lit hallway, and straight toward the restaurant entrance. Dane didn't pull away. No, his shoulders dropped just a fraction, leaning into the solid, unyielding pressure of my hand directing his steps.

"Two please, we have work, a quiet spot?" I was firm but polite. The hostess sat us at a quiet corner table, away from the light evening crowd. I took my seat and then tapped my left fore finger on the place setting. Dane knew exactly what I meant, he didn't hesitate when he sat down. He kept his hands folded neatly on the table, his gaze dropping shyly to the linen napkin.

When the server approached, I didn't bother asking for his preference.

"Double bourbon on the rocks," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on Dane next to me. "And bring him a light beer."

Dane's head snapped up, his blue eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a sweet, helpless realization. That same delicate pink from earlier rushed right back up his neck, dusting his cheeks. He didn't protest. He just blinked, his breathing turning shallow as he realized I already had his measure. I decided things for him before he even had to think about it.

The drinks arrived, and we spent the first twenty minutes talking. Our conversation was calm, low volume and measured and tones about the perimeter access about the camera angles, but after Dane drank half of his beer, his responses softened, and became more open, more realistic than expected.

He didn't lose his professionalism, but I could see it was wearing thin. When he shared things which he wasn't supposed to, budget cuts, less men on patrol, I smiled and softly touched his hand.

When he looked up at me, I held his hand firmer. Then I said, "You're a good boy for telling me Dane, I've got you, do not worry my good boy." He blushed and I held his hand a bit firmer.

Halfway through our dinner, which was chicken tenders for him, and sliders for me, we debated the blind spots near the secondary fence line. I slid my left foot out from under the table. I pressed the side of my shoe firmly against his ankle, sliding it slowly up past his sock, resting the weight of my leg against his shin.

Dane froze mid-sentence. His mouth parted slightly, a soft, involuntary breath catching in his throat. His eyes darted up from his plate, locking onto mine. His expression was sheer panic and desire. I didn't move my foot away; I pressed harder, holding him there, silently confirming every single thing he was hoping for.

He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing darker, but he didn't pull his leg back. He let me hold him there. He knew he was mine.

By the time the plates were cleared, I checked my watch, 2000 hours. The day had been long, and the heavy warmth in my lower stomach was demanding a different kind of attention. Yes my cock was swelling and needed his pretty mouth.

I signed the check and added it to my room. "We're done for the night," I said quietly, standing.

Dane stood up immediately, his movements slightly uncoordinated, eyes wide were of absolute obedience. He prepared to offer a polite, distant goodbye. But I didn't give him the chance.

I reached out, my hand wrapping firmly around his wrist, and walked him with me to the restaurant exit. We walked side by side down the bright hallway. There was a silence between us, right up to the bank of elevators. As the doors slid open to the empty car, I moved my hand firmly to the small of his back again. guiding him inside.

I punched my floor number, and waited for the heavy doors to seal us off from the rest of the world.

When the elevator door is open again, with my hand on his lower back I push Dane down the hall to the left, just a few doors on the short side of the hotel, right next to the stairwell.

I unlocked my hotel room door and stepped inside. Dane followed behind me, but as the door clicked close, I flipped the handle up, double locking the door, securing us inside, and sealed off the rest of the world.

Before Dane could even catch his breath or find his bearings in the dimly lit room, I closed the distance entering his personal space. I didn't give him the opportunity to think, and I certainly didn't ask. I caught him by the waist, lifting him just an inch as I pulled him hard against my chest, covering his mouth with mine in a deep, commanding, utterly thorough kiss.

My tongue invaded his mouth, I found his tongue and swirled it with mine. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was truly me claiming him. My lips had parted his. Yes, I tasted the faint trace of his beer, but it was not overpowered by my bourbon. This is when I slid my hand from the small of his back, moving up to the nape of his neck, just below his hairline.

I gripped his hair firmer. I felt him shutter from his head to his toes, and then a soft, helpless purr escape his throat while he melted against my body and gave in fully to the kiss he desired so much.

And that single moment in that breathless kiss and in the tension that fell quickly from his body, Dane must have realized with absolute clarity that no decision would be made by him this evening. There would be no hesitation on his part, only simple directives from me for him to follow.

I broke the kiss. I held him tighter as my stumbled face pressed against his soft cheek. I spoke firmly, "I've got you, you are a good boy." My voice a low, gravelly rumble against his ear. "You're exactly where you're supposed to be."

He wrapped his arms around me and melted even more. I could feel the quiet reverence of this young twenty something year-old, born of mostly discipline with a deep burning hunger inside untouched.

I pulled back from the second even more consuming kiss and I held him firmer in my arms, but then released him. I turned him around and pulled his body against mine. His soft little ass, pressing against my hardening cock.

"In the bathroom, you will find what you need to cleanse yourself to make yourself ready for me."

As I was speaking I let my hand drop from his stomach, letting my fingers slide down his front. My left hand holding his slightly soft stomach, my right hand quickly undoing his belt, the top button and the first three of his cargo pants.

There was a hunger in his breathing that I hadn't felt in quite a while, but I knew that feeling well.

As his cargo pants fell, my right hand slipped lower underneath the elastic waistband of his briefs. My hand carefully cupped his cock and then his balls. I nipped at his ear and murmured, "This is mine as well."

This is when I told him. "Get a move on, shoes off, strip the rest of the way my good boy. Clean yourself up and come to me. I'll be waiting."

Dane trembled, swallowing hard as he nodded in a daze. The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving me standing alone in the quiet dimness of the hotel room.

I didn't waste any time. With a practiced and remembered efficiency, I unbuttoned my shirt, letting the heavy fabric slide off my body, and kicked off my shoes, trousers and boxer briefs. Standing there naked in the center of the room, I was stripped of everything standing there, waiting for him. Every professional layer of my armor, the quiet silence of this person who I was, was now gone.

As the quiet hum of the air conditioner faded, and the present slipped away. My mind drifted back across the decades, pulling me straight to the humid, suffocating heat of that tiny College Park dorm room in the autumn of 1991.

The first night we crossed the line from stolen glances and Mario games into something infinitely deeper. I still remember it vividly, as soft as Shane was, he was an amazing and caring lover.

There was an intoxicating rush of pulling Shane down onto that narrow, squeaking twin bed. He hadn't fought me, nor had he hesitated. Instead, he had looked up at me with those wide, trusting eyes, his breath hitched as my heavy, athletic frame settled over his much smaller, delicate body.

"Carl..." he blinked, and not only hesitated but blushed. His voice trembled slightly with a sweet vulnerability that completely undid every defensive wall my demanding father and military upbringing had ever built around my chest.

I kissed Shane softer and slid my body down next to him. I slid my larger hands down his soft, newly naked body tracing the curves of his side and then his waist. When Shane exhaled and arched up into my touch with a soft, helpless moan, I kissed him deeper.

He wrapped his arms around me and arched up again begging for more.

In that moment, I learned what true release felt like. It wasn't about my dominance or control; it was about his surrender. Shane had taught my rigid, hyper-masculine body how to soften some and how to yield, and how to crave the sweet, yielding heat of a pretty boy who fit against me like he was carved for it.

The memory hit me like a physical wave, sending a hot, familiar spike of desire straight through my veins hardening my cock.

When I wrapped my hand around Shane's small penis, he trembled. I whispered in his ear how I loved his body and would always make sure he was happy and loved.

I remember his words, "Carl, I'm yours, take me and make me yours, the lover you want to be."

That night as we kissed and let our hands explore each other, I was firm with him and as I gently stroked his penis and felt his cum in between. Slicking our skin, I pulled him closer and promised to always love him.

I shook my head slightly, blinking away my first gay lover's memory. The faint sound of water running in the hotel bathroom pulled me back to 2026.

I looked toward the closed bathroom door, a heavy, dark hunger settling deep in my lower stomach. The boy from the dorm room was a memory, but the truth he unlocked inside me was standing right on the other side of that door, getting ready to fulfill every single desire Shane had first set in motion.

I smiled as the bathroom door finally opened. As Dane walked around the corner, he hesitated. He had his towel, wrapped around his waist. I stepped forward.

"That isn't how my pretty boy wears his towel." I reached for Dane and pulled the towel from his waist. "I'll show you later how to cover your chest and wear this as a pretty boy but for now, you come with me."

I walked Dane, holding his hand to the foot edge of the king sized bed. I sat and opened my legs. I didn't say anything. I pulled him between my legs, and leaned forward. I kissed his skin, my hands moved to his waist and caressed his skin. I kissed lower and found the soft nest of his blondish pubic hair.

I nuzzled my nose as my hand moved and cupped his balls. Dane's cock had started to stiffen. I looked up in his eyes and finally spoke. "You are my pretty boy Dane tonight and tomorrow night, you will only cum when I tell you."

I kissed the tip of his truly impressive cock for such a petite man. I kissed it a second time but then couldn't resist as I throated him, taking him deep in my mouth. I slid past my gag reflex and hummed as my nose touched his hairy nest.

When I felt his hands move and touch my head, I pulled back immediately. I was up faster than a bullet shot from a gun. I grabbed his hand and glared down at him, now standing over him.

"You only do when I say pretty boy. Now be a good boy, and l lay flat, tilt your head over the edge of the mattress, It's time to feed you."

Dane scurried and laid flat moving his body so that his head lowered and fell over the edge. I needed him higher, I walked and graded a pillow to raise his head.

Once satisfied, I stepped closer, spread my legs and set my balls on his mouth. Dane was a good boy lapping at my balls and then my perineum. I stepped close now against the bedfoot and squatted slightly, his tongue found my pointed star and pressed.

"Hmmm good boy, yes, love Daddy!"

I needed more. I stood slowly and fisted my cock and tapped the head of my cock to his cheek, "Open wide my pretty boy. Let me in your mouth and then I will take you and love you my sweet."

Dane was nearly masterful as he opened his mouth and slid out his tongue allowing me to slide my cock in. His moans were soft and sweet. I pushed deeper and watched as his ee opened and closed, then opened again.

"Yes my good boy, yes sweetie." My hand caressed his cheek and that's when I pulled back allowing him a deep breath. I bent forward fully and kissed him, I kissed him deep and then stood.

"Open my pretty boy." As Dane opened his mouth I guided my cock inside his warm wet upper hole. I pressed firmer as he gagged and when fully inside I rested my hands on his chest and slowly started to take his throat.

After five or six strokes, I pulled out. I allowed him a breath, I watched his drool cover his face.

He looked up at me. "Please!" he spat. "More please!"

I didn't hesitate. I slid my cock back in his warm mouth and again six or seven thrusts, I pulled back. He spat and then looked at me again, I shook my head, "Not now, in the morning for now, I want your bussy, it is mine now my sweet boy."

Dane slid down the bed, I turned to my suitcase and pulled out the condom and the bottle of lube. I turned to see Dane laying on his side, his bottom facing me. His head was turned over his shoulder looking at me.

I opened the condom and rolled it down my cock. I lubed the condom and then my fingers set the bottle close if I would need it.

"Mr. Nsh, your pretty boy took the liberty of lubing up as well."

I smiled, he was a good boy. I moved to the bed and let my hands tease his bussy, I slid my forefinger gently inside, Dane moaned and pressed back against me. I felt him relax against my finger. As I added a second finger, Dane moaned again and then finally begged.

"Please Sir, I am ready, please!"

I laid closer to him, I didn't rush this, I paused for a moment and looked, his sandy blonde hair was damp from the shower and from his drool. He turned his head looking at me, his blue eyes spoke volumes. I let the softness take hold for a moment, giving us a quiet, heavy reverence.

"You are beautiful, Dane," I murmured against his shoulder and I pressed my cock to his bussy, easing the head inside. I felt him push out accepting me as I pushed deeper.

In an instant, the softness shifted, hardening into absolute firmness. He screamed into a pillow as I bit down on his shoulder and wrapped him in my arms as slid deep inside filling him.

"I am going to fuck you hard my pretty boy. Yes, as you asked for so nicely I am going to fuck you now."

My grip on him tightened, my fingers digging into his flesh with enough squeezing power to bruise him, as I thrust deeper and faster his moans softened and became more loving. I was firm not relenting but I wanted him to be loved as well.

I moved my hand down and found his hard cock. I gripped it, squeezing it firmly without hurting him.

"Tell Sir you want to cum."

He groaned into the pillow as I stroked in and out of his bussy, "Please Sir!"

I eased up on his cock and slowed my strokes in and out of his ass. I whispered, "I'm giving you a gift my pretty boy, and then I will fuck you harder/"

I stroked his cock and nipped at his neck, though an impressive package of cock and balls, he was a hair trigger, such a shameful waste but as he moaned and begged permission to cum, I bit his shoulder hard and allowed him to cum, soaking the bed cover.

I slid from his body and pulled my cock from his ass, I rolled him flat onto the center of the bed and reached for the bottle of lube.

"Move your hands out flat on the mattress," I commanded, my voice dropping an octave into a low, authoritative growl.

Dane gasped softly, his fingers immediately planting themselves into the comforter as I drizzled more lube into the crack of his ass. I spread his legs with mine and then lubed my cock again.

I wasn't soft, no I slid in deep, a single thrust and filled my pretty boy's busy. I held his hips and fucked him hard and As my sweat dropped onto his back, and as my balls tightened, I reached up and grabbed his hair.

"You are my pretty boy aren't you Dane?" I growled.

As my balls fired and my cum filled the condom, Dane murmured, "Yes Sir I am yours!"

I collapsed on top of him but then rolled off my pretty boy and laid on my side. For a long moment, we stayed laying there together, breathing heavily in the quiet room, the sweat cooling on our skin.

Slowly, I rolled over and wrapped my arms around him. I pulled Dane so he was laying next to me. I kissed him softly, "Come on pretty boy, Daddy is going to shower with you and then we will sleep."

We stood from the bed, as we walked I pulled the comforter and blanket down letting them fall to the floor. We wouldn't need them, my pretty boy and I would keep each other nice and warm tonight.

Friday morning

My mind drifted, I felt the warmth and wetness and heard the soft humming, I thought of Shane immediately. The last week of September was upon us, we hadn't slept apart but just a few times.

Each time Shane came into my room, no matter what I was doing, which most of the time was studying, I would stop and look at him and stand. He'd already double checked to ensure the door was locked. That is when I would open my arms and Shane would step in and hug me. I would wrap my arms around him and as we both relaxed that's when we would finally kiss.

A soft kiss depending on how much time I had. Sadly, most of the time I was busy with a full schedule. But this time, I put things aside for him. He needed me it seemed.

"Carl?" He whispered against my neck, "I want to feel you."

One thing I learned about Shane was that it wasn't only the first sentence, there was always something more when he started with a question, like, "Carl?" I could tell in his voice. I let him continue.

"Would you... would you let me try and love you... Would you let me suck your cock please?"

He pulled his head from my neck and looked up at me. "Shane, my sweet boy, we don't need to do that. I love when you stroke me and I know you love me playing with your little penis."

But this time it was different. "Carl, I want you to let me, please." He turned and pressed himself to me. "Please let me love you and... sw, swa, swallow you."

I bent my head and kissed him. I held his hand and moved to my small twin bed. We carefully laid together and slowly kissed and touched each other. I lifted my hips and slid down my sweat pants. Shane moved urgently and pulled them off.

"Shane baby, slow down. Let us enjoy our first time."

He smiled and nodded, coming back to lay with me. I let him lift my shirt exposing my firm abs, my hairy chest and ever growing chest. I lifted off his shirt and eased his shorts and briefs down letting his now hard penis touch my body.

When he exhaled in his euphoric ways, I pulled him closer. We kissed deeper then he kissed my neck and my chest, moving lower. Shane carefully paid attention to my body but was playful. He ran his fingers through my chest hair and the hair down to my tight stomach.

"Carl," he looked up at me, "you don't need to warn me, please let me, okay?"

I nodded and he slowly kissed down my body and then carefully held my cock in his soft hand. When he licked it, that's when I ran my fingers through his hair, yes Shane let me guide his head. When he opened his mouth, and when I felt his warm breath on my cock, I knew I would want this from him for a long time to come.

- - -

I felt my body tighten as the warm breath on my hardened cock drove me forward thrusting up into Dane's mouth. I opened my eyes and saw my pretty boy, Dane, sucking my cock.

The phantom memories of my college dorm and time with Shane, faded. It was quickly replaced by this pretty femboy who over the last few days had satisfied my need for a different lover, different from what Annie, as much as I do love her, gives me. I needed a different kind of lover and Dane was near perfect.

Now, as our time grew near to the end, in this dim New York hotel room the absolute, unquestioning devotion of the pretty boy and young man worshiping my cock made it even harder.

I arched upwards and allowed my cum to burst from my balls and cock. Spurt after spurt filling his mouth and throat as he gagged himself on my cock. He allowed only a tiny bit to drip from the corners of his upturned and smiling mouth. Dane took every drop with a quiet, reverent obedience, his soft blue eyes locked onto mine with breathless adoration.

I pulled him close as we cuddled for a few moments. When I kissed him he curled into me even deeper. I knew later today I would need to be firm with him.

Once showered and dressed, Dane left the hotel, hurrying home for a clean uniform before his morning shift. My skin was still humming with the aftershocks of the night before.

Before checking out, I left a hundred dollar tip on the desk with a note to the housekeeping staff. "Sorry for the mess, but it was a great time!"

I checked out of my room, the fresh morning air greeted me as I made my way back to the government facility. By 0800 sharp, I met up with Dane at the main security desk. We did the final perimeter walk, checking the remaining logs and camera angles under the graying autumn sky.

Once out of prying eyes and listening devices, hidden behind the concrete bulkhead of the secondary auxiliary building, I stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.

"You are a wonderful, pretty boy." I kept my voice low, "I'm going back to my life, you have yours here, and I want you to find a good man to love you, my pretty boy."

I could see the hurt in Dane's eyes, a flash of sudden loss but there was deep understanding beneath it. That is when I told him, "If and when I come back, we'll be together again. You are my pretty boy."

Dane swallowed hard, nodding slowly as the reality of my world set in.

Hours later, the bounce of the twin turboprop landing back home woke me. I missed New York, well I would miss my pretty boy but I was back and that need of my life was satisfied. I would be in Annie's arms tonight and for weeks to come.

I stepped from the plane, blinking against the familiar afternoon light, walking across the tarmac and inside the terminal. At baggage claim, I spotted the familiar silhouette and walked straight into the waiting arms of my life partner and lover, Annie.

She pulled me into a firm, welcoming embrace, her soft feminine scent washing over me, ready as always to hear every detail of the good and the bad from my trip.

End of Dane

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