Preston
When I left Kyle's, I walked down the sidewalk to the street and hopped in my aging little Saturn that I lovingly called the shit-box. On my way out the door I'd told Kyle the car was seventeen years old. It looked like hell, but it ran like a Swiss watch. Closing the door behind me, I lowered the sun visor and looked at my reflection in the mirror. He's perfect, I thought. He's super hot, has a nice house, and a chest full of dark hair that makes me want to curl up and go to sleep on him. I can't believe my luck.
Driving back to my efficiency apartment by the campus, my imagination ran wild with the possibilities. "I have a direct order not to have sex with anyone else. An order! I fucking belong to that guy. I promised him. My very own Sir." Looking in the rear-view mirror I could still see the reflected smile, this time more of a grin. When I parked my car in the parking lot I pulled out my phone and set my calendar for the next day at five. I'll get a reminder an hour earlier. That'll give me time to shower, I thought.
Once inside I sat down and made a conscious decision to relax so I could get my mind clear of the events of the evening. When that didn't work I crawled into bed, turned on the lamp, picked up a textbook and went back to work.
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The next morning, I sat in class next to Dexter. Dexter had been in classes with me since pre-med but had only been a friend since Jake introduced him.
"Preston, it's about time," he said. "Where the hell have you been the last few days after class? I called your apartment, but you haven't even set up your messages yet. What's going on?"
I smiled at Dexter, saying nothing, but trying to think of a way to tell Dexter what I'd been up to. Dexter and Jake were my best friends and it was time I broke some of this news. They'd been hounding me to meet somebody and both of them shared their conquest stories with me weekly. An all-knowing look swept across Dexter's face.
"Oh my God, you got laid," he whispered.
"No, not exactly."
"Not exactly? You met someone, didn't you? Tell me who."
Looking at Dexter with a smirk on my face I whispered, "I came out."
As Dexter tried to think of a response to what I'd just told him, the professor came into the room apologizing for being late and immediately began his oratory for the day.
'That's my Boy,' was the main thing I could remember from the day before. While the professor talked about the assignment, I just sat there with a silly smile on my face, telling myself over and over that I was Kyle's boy.
It was so comforting to know I'd be seeing Kyle over and over. The whole reason for this experience was to help me concentrate and get off the websites that had been taking way too much of my time. Instead I could barely concentrate on anything but my new Dom.
After class Dexter was anxious to hear all the details. "Okay, tell me everything," he said. "You came out? So, you're gay for sure then?" Dexter had argued with me several times about coming out. While I knew he was right, I would put him off saying, "I just don't have time to look for a piece of ass all the time like you guys. Besides, I can't see myself pushing a shopping cart with some guy through the grocery store. At least not yet. "
I pulled Dexter into a quiet hallway. I decided to just tell him outright. "Look, I responded to this ad I saw online. The guy was looking for a guy to give him daily… service because he's too busy to have to deal with it, like I am. This way, for an hour each day, I have sex. The rest of the time I can study and take care of business. I'm not the kind of guy that wants to go to bars and dance. I just don't want to do that. Sir is hot and he's just what I want right now."
"What did you say his name was?"
"Oh. I mean Kyle… his name is Kyle," I corrected.
"But you just called him Sir. I see where this is going. So, did you finally you know… get off?"
"No, not yet. I figure it'll happen when it happens."
"He doesn't mind? I mean doesn't he feel like he's not doing it for you if you never… get off?"
"I hadn't thought about him feeling bad about it. Someday I think I will. I told him I never had. We're not pushing it. I think he's mostly concentrating on showing me something new each day."
"Well if you learn something new each day you're going to be an expert by the end of the week. I mean how much is there?"
Trying to clear everything up with as little discussion as possible, I looked around to make sure we were alone and told him point blank. "Look, he's a Dom and he's really hot. He's got a carpet of dark hair on his chest that swirls and points down to the good stuff. He's teaching me how to be his sub. It's good for me and I like it. After doing a lot of study on the subject, I think it's what I want."
"You… studied? Oh crap… That's just like you. Go right to the head of the line. You haven't even had your first orgasm yet and you're taking sub lessons from a hot Dom? That's your first sex? You piece of shit. That's a dream and you walk into it to bust your cherry. You bastard…" He shook his head from side to side. "You're born with those looks and your first boyfriend is a fucking wet dream incarnate. You lucky son of a bitch. If I didn't like you so much I'd hate you just on principle."
He was smiling the whole time he berated me and knowing Dexter, I'd get a few more ribs out of him before he gave up. Somehow, I knew hearing Dexter call me a lucky son of a bitch was going to stick with me, maybe forever.