Payback

It finally happened. We've all wondered what we would say or do if the ex that had screwed us showed up again. I opened the door and there he was. I hadn't thought about him in 6 months. I hadn't seen him in almost a year. From the black eye and swollen mouth, I figure his year was worse than mine…not to mention she was at my door. I looked past him and saw his car was full of boxes and clothes. Roman was the last guy I thought of, when our friends said they had seen my ex and he was not doing so well. I opened the door and motioned for him to come in, as I closed the door and led him to the kitchen. I offered him a beer and we went back to the living room. "Sorry to bother you, Ryan, but I had nowhere else to go", he said as he took a swig of his beer. "So, how much snow should I expect?", I asked as I looked at him. "Huh?", Roman said as he stared at me. "Obviously hell has frozen over because you said that would be the only way you would come back to me", I said as we both drank our beers.

Roman looked at Ryan and wondered why he was being so cold towards him. Roman thought back to the night he left. He and Ryan had gone out to a club and Roman met a friend, from his football days, and Ryan, who was never jealous, seemed to be all bent out of shape and accused Roman of cheating on him. Later that night, when they got home, Ryan went off on Roman. After their fight, Roman grabbed his stuff and left, that same night, but soon found that life in the real world was hard and cruel. Roman was brought back to reality when Ryan asked him why he came back. "So… what's the story, Roman?" "He threw me out." "And beat you up." "Yeah." "So what landed you here? Why not Brandon, or Jerry, or Randy for that matter?" "They're either Ed's friends or bastards." "Better a pervert stalker like me, eh?" "I apologized for believing that stuff." I took a large swig as a lump of year old anger crept up the back of my neck. "So now you need a place to stay. How long have you been in your car?" "2 days. I'm sorry. I shouldn't-" "Shut up! You're here and I won't put you on the street. I still love you. And I'm still mad as hell."

"You still?" "Shut Up!" I stood up and began pacing. This man had been thru abuse. I would not abuse him, but I would not bend over again. "This is how it's going to work. You can stay as long as you want to or need to. But while you are under my roof, your body is mine!" His head jerked up and his eyes finally met mine. "That's right," I said, "I will use your body. I will feel you, lick you, suck you, fuck you in any way, in any orifice I want." His mouth opened in shock, surprise, or protest. I didn't care which. "Stand up! You have a choice to make right now. Turn left and leave, or stand still and accept my terms." Roman stood up and watched as Ryan came to him. "I will not hurt you. That's not who I am. If you stay long enough, you may remember that. But I will have you, no excuses this time." Roman nodded and hugged Ryan. "Thank you" " Do you have your photo albums in the car?" Roman nodded. "The special one?" His head jerked up.

A previous boyfriend had done boudoir photos of him. He had allowed me to see some of them, but not the sexiest ones. "Go get your clothes. I'll make room in the closet. Bring in the special album with the first trip. I'll decide on additions while you finish." Roman simply nodded because he was exhausted.

I didn't help him carry anything in but I did take the book, when he offered it. I looked at it and saw pictures of him wearing assorted sexual clothing and in various poses. There were also pictures of him enjoying a vibrator, sucking cocks, and even riding what looked like another man. I followed him to the bedroom, shaking my head, wondering how stupid I had to be to allow him back into my life. I reached out to stroke his hair, as I thought about it and he turned to bury his head in my chest. I tangled my hand in his hair and pulled his head back. His eyes opened in alertness. I don't know what he expected, when I pulled him into a deep kiss. I then slid my hand over his jean-covered bulge and I could feel his reaction to me. He reached behind my neck, with one hand to maintain the kiss, and the other to grope my cock.

I considered taking him there on the bedroom floor, but decided to play a slower game. Keeping the hand firmly entangled in his hair, I pulled him to the bed and began undressing him with the other. He tried to help, but I slapped his hands away and continued. I wanted my domination game to continue for a while.

When I had him standing naked before me I had a decision to make. Do I undress and join him in the shower or stay dressed and wash him with the curtain open? Which imposes my domination more? My naked self, pressed against him or the image of a dressed outsider washing him with the curtain open? I decided to undress. I guided him into the shower by his hair then made him wait as I stripped. I don't know what he thought as he saw my stiff cock. Whether he thought I would take him there in the shower or not. I've never asked. It never occurred to me actually. I have a bit of an oral fetish. The first thing I wanted to do was suck him and make him scream my name. It's kind of a control thing I guess. If I can bring my lover to an uncontrollable, mind numbing orgasm, I have that much control over him. OK, so I guess I am a pervert. Just not the kind the asshole accused me of being. I stepped into the shower and turned him into the spray. I stood behind him and reached around to explore his body that I had missed so much.

He leaned his head back on my shoulder as my hands explored his chest. It was perfectly sculpted and his nipples became hard, to the touch, as I leaned forward and nuzzled Roman's. Taking a thin strip of his skin in my mouth, I sunk my teeth in and began sucking. It must have hurt a little because he reacted immediately. He couldn't escape me however. I released him after a minute or so, but the damage was done. I looked at the dark blue hickey forming on his neck and replied, "It will take a good three days for that to go away. Even if you change your mind and leave, you won't be going back to Ed." "He hasn't touched me except with the back of his hand in three months. He wouldn't even notice." He sighed as he stepped under the shower head and washed himself. One hand pulled him back against me and began exploring, as the other dipped to his hardening cock that seemed to be thicker and longer. I pulled him closer to me, pressing my cock between his cheeks, as my fingers explored his shaft.

He opened up to me and after the third stroke, I had him begging for me touch him. "You're so big. I forgot what it was like to have something so sexual inside me", he said. "Well, it has been almost three months, since anyone's touched you and well, there are some things that you don't forget!" "You'd better have some lube for that thing", he said as he smiled. As I stroked him, Roman began to buck against me. "Oh Fuck! Oh God!" I had him pinned against me, my cock pressing into the crack of his ass, as I felt his orgasm begin, sending him crashing over the edge into his first orgasm. "What was that?" he asked. I hesitated, unsure what he was asking. "What do you mean? You had an orgasm."

"No, I've had orgasms. That was like being hit by a truck", he said. I began to get the impression that none of his other lovers had ever found his G spot, but then put the thought out of my head. I didn't want to think about other lovers. We all have baggage. I began washing him slowly, gently. This time he didn't try to help. He moaned when I soaped his shaft and said, "Your fingers seem to be spending a lot of time around there." I smiled and said, "Other parts will get their turn." "Other? Plural?" I leaned forward and licked his neck. "Oh, I see."

Next, I soaped his ass and pressed a finger against his hole. He clenched his cheeks and tried to pull away, as I slid a finger inside, to the first knuckle. "Remember, anyway, anywhere, anyhow." "But it's—" "I know some religious bugaboo. Well if you get struck by lightning I'll get it too since I'll be several inches inside you. If you relax it will go a lot easier." He relaxed and I spent several minutes soaping and massaging his sphincter preparing it for a much larger visitor. He was tight even around a single finger. A little more evidence that he had been ignored. My other hand found the Vaseline and began to lube his ass. "No, please," he begged, his cheeks clenching as I forced a finger in. "The more I lube it now, the less it will hurt when my cock goes in."

Time for my orgasm. I leaned down and positioned my cock at his entrance and took his born again cherry with a single stroke. He responded by crying out and wrapping his legs around me and trying to control the speed of my strokes. It only resulted in allowing me to plow deeper. I leaned down and took one nipple, then the other into my mouth, torturing him. As his ass adjusted to my size, I picked up speed. Then his hole began to grip me as he approached his orgasm. My balls clenched and released at the extra pressure. I pinned him to the bed and let my cum splash deep in his sweet hole. My softening cock answered by sliding out of his hole and I decided that I wasn't done yet though.

I moved to the center of the bed and leaned over him. I took his soft cock and slid it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the shaft and head. As he began to get hard, I continued to deep throat him. I got on all fours and demanded that he fuck me. I could feel his hesitance, but soon I felt him fill me up. He was huge in size and girth. He plowed into me a few times, going balls deep and soon I felt him shoot his load into my ass, as my cock also did the same thing. I settled in the center of the bed and pulled him to me, as we covered up and basked in the after-glow of our love-making session, he settled his head on my chest and dozed off. With my cock still semi hard and him in my arms, I lay awake and wondered what next? Then I remembered the camera.