Reclaiming Austin
By:
William Tyler King
(Copyright 2005-2007 by the author)
The author retains all rights. No reproductions
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Chapter 3
I am not typically a morning person... Maybe it was an effect of the
X, but I was up with a certainty that sleep was not again going to
visit me. Still wrapped in the glorious arm of Austin I was content
to just stay and bask for a while... Even if I hadn't cum myself,
this guy was the sexiest and...oddly, the most compatible guy I had
yet been with. In my head I knew there were huge problems ahead,
like the whole him being straight thing, but my logic had left the
building and my heart was hearing neither counsel nor caveat.
I slithered out of bed sometime after 9am and after cleaning up a
little, I went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. Normally I barely
managed to make a pot of coffee and throw together some cereal, in
minutes; however, I had a three-cheese omelet, sausage, bacon, and
three kinds of toast, going, and had pulled grapes, apples, and
oranges out and was busy putting them on a platter when I heard the
shower start. In that moment I went from a reaction of profound
excitement to one of looking at all I'd done and thinking, "Jesus
Christ you are such a fag!"
I made the instant decision that I wouldn't under any circumstances
run outside to pick flowers for the table. As I heard the shower cut
off I was also glad that at least I didn't have any of those silly
flavored coffees.
"MAN that smells great!"
Austin called out as he came out of my bedroom dressed in a tee
shirt and denim shorts. As he came up he ran a hand affectionately
over my shoulder and reached around me to snag a piece of bacon.
"So you little vampire, you trying to fill me up before you chow
down again?" He said this with a shit ass grin on his face as he
grabbed a plate out of my hand and started filling it up. With as
much real Incredulence as mockery, I arched my eye brows and put my
hand on my hip,
"Excuse me??? Vampire????"
As he loaded his plate with gooey omelet, Austin grinned up at me
with those deadly dimples, "Well come on, the only thing you didn't
suck out of me last night was my skeleton... and it's not cause you
didn't try."
"You get everything you want flashing those fucking dimples don't
you???" I asked scowling.
Austin smirked and gleamed up at me,
"Yeah, pretty much... sure works on those ladies in financial aid."
He smirked, then added, "And you!"
"First of all, it only works on me because I KNOW you're a nice guy.
If you weren't you'd be sucking buckets full of attitude. And
second, I didn't hear one complaint last night about my vampiric
activities. In fact, the closest thing I heard to as complaint was
(falsetto voice) ""ohhh please stop, I can't do it anymore... I'm 22
and you expect me to put out like a 17 year old"
"..."
I sat down as I said this and began to fill my plate up.
"Dude, I PUT OUT for you last night and I'm STILL sucking buckets
full of attitude."
Austin said with a warm grin. I started to grin too,
"Sorry, it's my 'before coffee' 'tude, it'll clear up in a few."
He laughed and added,
'"Good, cause I was beginning to think my girlfriends PMS wasn't
that bad."
That comment hit like a rock. 'girlfriend'... I guess I knew there
had to be one... But now she was a reality. My sudden mood change
was so easy to read, even the straight boy could read it. We were
both quiet for a minute or so when Austin said softly,
"I meant what I said Alex, I'm not gay."
That rock had just become a large jagged knife, I wanted to ask him
what last night was all about, why the kissing... why the picking me
up... why the getting me stoned on X... I closed my eyes for a
second and took a deep breath... 'Why was he everything I wanted'?
Finally I spoke up, trying to make my words sound like a joke,
"Well, you have two options as I see it then, you blame last night
on the drugs and pretend you don't remember it and avoid me. Or you
accuse me of taking advantage of you and punch me around a bit... If
you choose that one, please don't hit my face, I haven't finished
paying for the dental work yet."
I knew it wasn't coming out right...the tone was too sad... I wanted
to go to my room and pout.
"You forgot the third option smart ass," Austin added with a
cheeriness directed at me because Austin had no clue as to what to
say to make my mood better.
I took his bait and looked him in the eyes as I nibbled some bacon.
He continued,
"I thank you for an AMAZING night last night... I mean it dude, you
rock in so many ways! Then I remind you that we have at least three
hours together before I have to leave... and then..."
He took a drink of coffee and then met my eyes,
"And then I let you know what a cool guy you are and that I plan to
keep in touch. I mean when I come home again and for possible
concerts and shit... and then I really do keep in touch."
Austin was smiling so warmly at me that my entire attitude started
fading... How could anyone stay mad at this guy? So finally I took a
drink of coffee and added, with a blushing grin,
"Oh yeah, I always forget about number three"
I said this with a smile that I didn't want to be there... Like when
your mom played that "don't smile" Game with you when you wanted to
pout as a child... Then he stood up suddenly and lunged at me,
"I think I like that second one best though... stand up so I can
slug you!"
When he lifted me out of my chair I was almost laughing, as I stood
up I turned around to get out of his grip, but stuck my ass out
teasingly as I did so.
"Little perv."
He said as he brought his huge hand down soundly on my ass. It
stung...a lot! As I started to wiggle my way to freedom, he easily
lifted me and carried me down onto the love seat with him so I was
splayed across his lap. Then he began to wack me good and hard on
the ass,
"OOOOWWWWWWW, That hurts!!!!!" I cried out as he spanked me.
"Well you said I couldn't hit your face gayboy, make up your damned
mind!" Austin retorted in mock seriousness. Finally I bucked enough
that I fell off his knees and landed on the ground. I got to my
knees quickly and tried to scoot away from Dr. Sadism. But as soon
as I did he grabbed me by the running shorts I was wearing and
yanked them down, in my efforts to liberate myself I wiggled as he
held them and they slid off me. Between peels of laughter Austin
giggled out,
"Yeah, wiggle that ass boy!!!!! God damn that looks funny!"
Finally I stopped on the other side of my room and turned and sat on
the floor with my hands covering my lap,
"Will you please give me back my shorts?"
I asked him, he in turn was spinning my shorts around on his finger
and grinning lewdly at me.
"Come and take them from me."
He challenged with a sinister grin. I sat there knowing that if I
approached him he would clobber me, and it wasn't as if I was big or
strong enough to even make a good attempt at stopping him... As I
sat there trying to figure out what to do, he launched at me with
blinding speed, in a second he'd swooped me up and tossed me over
his shoulder like so much dirty laundry. This boy was strong, and
his shoulders were more like a linebacker's than a baseball
player's. I got a serious hard on as I rode those shoulders. He
walked to the bedroom swatting my now bare ass with his free hand,
"Damn boy, I may hafta rethink my decision against fucking you...
That's a pretty sweet ass for a guy...
His words stung a bit, I had thought all along that we were heading
to what I thought all guys who sucked dick did... Then I remembered
that only one of us had sucked dick so far. Like all my mental
acrobatics thus far, I pushed this puzzle aside and retorted,
"Actually, I was hoping you'd introduce me to some of your team
members who were a little... ummm... bigger?"
I was unceremoniously tossed on the bed with his words,
"Fucking little bitch, just like all the other groupies and team
skanks,"
Before I could respond he leaped on top of me and started tickling
me... He had no way of knowing that one could beat me, blow me, bite
me, throw me, or stick bamboo shoots under my nails, ANYTHING but
tickle me!!!!! I went crazy flopping and fighting and trying to get
free. It was pointless as he was so much bigger than me... He kept
yelling that he didn't hear any complaints last night and no one
else had ever complained... All I could do was scream and plea
incoherently at that moment. Finally he rolled off me and ran his
hand gently up and down my back...
"So...uuuhhhhh... how much time do you think I have before I should
leave?"
I looked up in his happy, expectant, eyes...
"Negative five minutes I'm thinking!" I said with as much bravado as
I could call up. When I saw his exaggerated hurtful eyes, I placated
him with,
"Depends on what you want to do I suppose... Rubbers are in the top
draw of the night stand..."
He grimaced when I said this, even though it had only been a joke...
Mostly...
"Dude, I just don't think I'm ready to do..." His face screwed up in
a sour expression.
"'that'. I just can't get over the whole ass-shit thing..."
I was about to protest this when he fell on me and started kissing
me... His meaty hands were grabbing my ass cheeks and kneading them
passionately.
Within moments He was straddling my face and feeding his gorgeous
cock to me, moaning pleasantly and gently fucking my mouth. I
discovered as I began, how extra sensitive he had become since last
night... whoever this 'girlfriend' was, was probably going to have
to sleep alone for a night or two...
As he came he clutched my face closely to his crotch, his seamen
flowed more than shot this time, but his orgasm was still intense. I
swallowed and tried to licked him clean, but he grabbed my head and
just said,
"No!"
Even as I stuck out my tongue trying to reach his cock, he pulled me
up against his hard once smooth chest, which was still breathing
hard. I was held firm to his as he caught his breathing returned to
normal.
"What's with the stubble fields?" I asked as he shredded my face
with what once had been a polished surface.
"I haven't shaved yet... live with it bitch!" He called out
smartly...
"WHY?" I asked, "Does Mr. Butch Sports star shave his chest?"
"Because his Girlfriend think's it's sexy asshole! Not all of us are
smooth like you naturally..." He added.
"Well Stop... Because your... I was about to say boyfriend, but
realized we hadn't discussed that yet... We really hadn't discussed
anything yet... "Because 'I' don't like it... I think a little hair
would look sexy as hell on you." I said running a hand along his
masculine chest.
He grinned and said, "Well two breasts trump a great breakfast..."
Then he kissed me on the forehead and handed me back my shorts. "But
not by much." He tossed in with a smile as he put a hand on my
shoulder.
"So do I call you Hoover or the fucking Eveready rabbit?" Austin
asked as he pulled me up to face him.
"I always thought 'Alex' worked out nicely." I stated.
Austin grinned and was about to kiss me when he got a panicky look
in his eyes and stopped. I started laughing as I got up off him and
started to go to the bathroom,
"Still afraid you might like how good you taste huh?" I asked.
Austin called out as I was gargling,
"Even if I did like it, I still wouldn't go down on you... you'll
just have to get over that."
I stopped in the doorway and gave him a dirty look,
"Gorgeous as you are Austin, I'd be terrified to stick my dick in
your mouth, so relax."
Austin had a dangerous gleam in his eyes as I walked towards him,
"Ok, I'll bite, 'WHY' would you be afraid to let me blow you IF I
wanted to?'"
"You just answered your own question sweetheart."
I said to him as I climbed back on top of him and stretched out over
him so I could maneuver for a kiss.
"Ok, I don't get it, how'd I answer my own question?" He asked
confused.
I shook my head from side to side as I went "tsk tsk tsk." Finally
he went over everything he'd just said and I could see the light
bulb go off. Without any warning he suddenly shot up and bit me on
the shoulder and started growling like a dog. I giggled at first and
then he started to bite harder... It didn't so much hurt as it did
call for a response... So I bit his earlobe,
"Ok bitch, you wanna play games???" I growled out from between my
teeth.
So he bit harder and so I bit harder and we both growled orders at
each other to stop... Finally he snuck a hand up to my arm pit and
started tickling me again. He had me thrashing and begging for
release but wouldn't stop... Finally, as I rolled off of him, he
rolled over on top of me and pinned my hands above my head and used
his legs to pin mine down. He looked down at me as I tried to get my
breathing under control; his face was a mask of excitement and
mischievous charms. His eyes burned with an almost frightening
blaze. "You give yet?" He asked me.
I nodded my head and said,
"Yeah, please, no more tickling."
Austin leaned down so his face was in mine and asked quietly,
"'Please no more tickling' WHAT?" He challenged.
"Please no more tickling 'SIR?'" I asked, suspecting the game he
wanted to play... Which was fine with me, I was so hard at that
second all he'd have to do is rub my belly and I'd shoot like a fire
hose.
"That's right BITCH, you call me SIR from now on!"
To say this was a turn on would be like calling Australia a south
pacific island. Part of the turn on though, I later realized, was in
not knowing how far Austin planned to take the game. Then he leaned
down and very seriously said,
"Come on, tell me who's your daddy?"
I tried and tried to bite my tongue, finally I couldn't help it and
laughed and laughed at that coment, if there was one phrase he
should never have used, that was it.
"Dude, you really had me going there... I mean REALLY... But that
was one DORK-assed thing to say... You really ruined the mood with
that one... SIR!"
I said. He grabbed me and as ferociously as he could, started
tickling me and saying "DORK HUH?" over and over as he tickled me. I
was thrashing and giggling as he finally stopped and we looked each
other in the eyes as we caught our breath. I finally broke the
moment by saying,
"You're the one in control; you have to make the first move Dork."
Austin paused, breathing a little heavy... He looked down for a few
moments then raised his defiant face, got a smirk, and replied,
"Shut up and kiss me Bitch!"
Our faces met in the most passionate kisses yet. His hands went to
my ass and kneaded my cheeks as he attempted to bring me closer
still to his body, my hands rode up and down his Greek god's body.
After a few moments Austin rose up and looked down at me with a
strange expression on his face, finally he smiled warmly and slid
off to spoon me, his cock nestled in my ass crack. What surprised me
though was that while I was arching my neck to meet his kiss, he
began to slowly rub my hard on. I moaned softly as he started
tentatively and then as he got used to the feel, picked up a little
speed and held my hard aching cock more firmly. I lasted perhaps 5
minutes before I shot so hard I hit my chin. Austin's hand
instinctively slowed down as my weekend build up dribbled down his
hand... He whispered in my ear,
"I would never have done that for any other guy."
Then he hugged me tightly before excusing himself to go wash his
hands.
We went out to lunch after that and he left from the Olive garden.
Although my brain kept reminding me of his girlfriend and his lack
of desire to do anything further with me, my heart was dancing and
daring anyone to try and impugn my feelings towards Austin. The last
thing he did though was to make me promise not to tell anyone...
THAT was going to be tough as shit.
To be continued...