Chapter 1 - In the Aftermath of a Party at the Hayes

Everyone knew that the Hayes had the best parties. The couple had money from somewhere, but no one knew where exactly. What they DID know was that in the sleepy one-horse town there were three things to do: you could drink, you could jerk off at home, or you could go to one of the Hayes’ parties, where you could drink and maybe find someone to take home with you for the evening. A full half of the couples in a fifty-mile radius had probably met each other at the Hayes’ parties, but that also meant that you were likely to run into an ex or two while you were there. As a result, there was an unwritten code to the get togethers: If you came and saw someone you didn’t want to run into you could grab anyone around and they would play along to give you the ability to avoid the awkward conversation, but in return they got to request a favor. You didn’t have to accept, but over time if you kept taking advantage of strangers people would Talk, and you might very well find yourself turned away at the door.

Kurt knew all of this the Friday that he determined he’d spent enough time at home with his beer and the internet as his only distractions. He thought he was over Jon. The two had an amazing summer together before Jon had decided he “wasn’t interested in guys after all” and walked out, but it was December now and it was time to move on… or so he thought right until he saw the face of the man who had jilted him through the crowd walking in his direction.  Panicking, he turned and grabbed the first person who his hands touched and laid his head on what was turned out to be a surprisingly ripped chest. His eyes traveled up widening as they went.  This was not someone who he knew… and that was strange. The man had to be a model or a movie star or something visiting from his physique and his face, which would not have been out of place chiseled in marble. The gorgeous man looked down at him and smiled, eyes twinkling at the shocked expression on Kurt’s face.

“Oh, hey there, honey, I’d lost you in the crowd!” he said loudly, giving Kurt a wink. “I think I’m getting tired for the evening. Want to get out of here?” He ushered Kurt towards the exit, his arm curled around the dumbstruck young man before turning around and addressing him more directly. “So, my name is Julian. I’d been told about the local etiquette by my friends, but I must admit you still gave me a bit of a shock. I believe you know owe me a forfeit?”

There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked Kurt up and down. The younger man was obviously country bred, with broad shoulders and chest that topped a taut belly and thick strong legs. His physique was not that of someone who worked out for pleasure, but that of someone for whom working developed muscle that others would spend good money trying to obtain. Julian felt himself stiffening slightly at the sight and knew that he was going to try and push this favor as far as he could go. He bent over and whispered into Kurt’s ear, “I want you to give me a passionate kiss, right here, right now, where anyone around here can see us, and if you find my performance adequately arousing, I want you to take me back to your place and let me make you moan in pleasure.”

Kurt jerked his face back, eyes once again wide as he stared at Julien’s face. “I don’t know, I’ve never even seen you before today,” he stammered. “I mean, maybe a date first? Ah to hell with it, I accept your terms.  My name’s Kurt, by the way. I figure you ought to have it before we start.” 

Julian wasted no more time in pulling the other man into a deep, passionate kiss, intwining his tongue around that of his new playmate. He was forceful, taking the lead as he pulled on Kurt’s hair to move him into the position he wanted. Kurt could feel Julian’s erection underneath his clothes, and found his own rising to meet it, as he wrapped his arms around the back of the living Adonis in front of him. The kiss went on and on, burning away Kurt’s inhibitions in it’s wake like a wildfire cleansing a forest. When it finally stopped Julian held him at arm’s length and looked into his eyes again. “So, what do you say, would you like to see all the other ways I can make you moan?” His eyes twinkled, a look of assuredness in his face.  He knew he had already won, and damn him, Kurt knew he was right.

“Yes please,” he gasped, still recovering his breath as he lead the strange man to his car.


 
The drive was short and relatively uneventful. Kurt kept glancing to the side to look at the man in his passenger’s seat, still unbelieving that he had apparently managed to luck into such a vision of manly beauty completely by accident. They got to his place, a non-descript little ranch house that had been in the family for generations, and he paused, car idling in the lot. “So… I suppose I shoulda lead with this, Mr. Julian, but what exactly did you have in mind when we got inside?”

Julian laughed, his voice booming and sonorous. “Well, I suppose I figured you’d invite me inside and then I’d put on a condom and fuck you so silly that you have the best orgasm in your life without having touch your dick, if that sounds okay to you, my good host,” he said, giving a small slightly mocking bow from his seat.

Kurt’s face turned crimson. “Well now, I’d be lying if I said that didn’t sound like a great use of an evening if you can actually pull it off, although I must say you’re the most forward individual I ever have met.”

Hearing his words Julian raised one eyebrow and smirked at him. “Who was it who grabbed me out of the blue again? I don’t think you have any right to throw stones, Mr. Lives in a glass house.”

Not knowing how to respond Kurt turned off the car and started walking towards the house, muttering about sexy men who thought they knew everything under his breath without checking to see if he was being followed. He got as far as the entryway of his house before he felt a grasp on his shoulder spinning him around. Glancing up he saw that Julian still had a smile on his face, but his eyes had taken on a flinty appearance. “It’s not very nice not inviting me in like that.” He said, voice suddenly sounding slightly hard. “I think I am owed an apology.”

Kurt felt his cock strain at hearing Julian’s demands. Something about this mysterious man had him on edge, and his body screamed at him to do whatever he was told, begging him to succumb to the pleasure he had been promised. “I’m sorry, Julian, can I make it up to you?” he said, eyes downcast in the presence of the embodiment of traditional masculinity in front of him.

“I think you should remove my pants and take my hard cock down your throat. You’ve hurt his feelings running away from him like that, and it seems only right that you make him feel all better again,” came the response, a hint of command still present.

“Yes, Julian…” Kurt whispered. He kneeled and unbuckled the belt on Julian’s jeans before attempting to pull down the zipper. The strange man’s throbbing member was so hard that it made removing the garment difficult, but he persevered and finally freed it from its prison of cloth. He stared, wide eyed and in shock for a second. It was… huge! The proportions weren’t something out of an illusion, although they did border on it, but somehow it seemed even bigger than it’s actual size due to being real and being right in front of his face.

“Like that?” Julian said with a smirk. “It’s about five inches around and eight long. I don’t bother getting into actual dick measuring contests, but I’ve never had any complaints.”

Kurt nodded dumbly in response and opened his mouth wide. He hadn’t had many opportunities to practice his skills at oral living in as sparsely of an inhabited area as he did, but a combination of porn and fooling around with a few other young men who were feeling curious had taught him the basics. He licked a bead of precum off of the ridged rod, reveling in the salty flavor, before closing his mouth around it and wrapping his hands around the base, reveling in the taste and feel of it in his mouth as he moaned, bobbing his head up and down and stimulating the shaft with his hands. Julian looked down with a smirk, letting him do what he wanted for a few minutes before grasping his head to hold it in place, an evil grin on his face.
“It seems my dick needs more of an apology. It’s told me that all will be forgiven as soon as it’s had a chance to fuck your face.” He said, not waiting for any response before grabbing the back of Kurt’s head to hold it in place and shoving his cock hard down the younger man’s throat. Kurt’s face took on a panicked tone as he scrabbled for purchase on the cold tile floor at his feet, sputtering and gasping as his throat was invaded again and again. In reality only thirty seconds had passed, but in his inexperienced state it felt like it had been ten times as long. Finally, Julian pulled Kurt off of his cock and held him at arm’s length, watching as kirk gasped in front of him. “Now, you have two choices.  Either your clothes come off in the next minute and you guide me to your room so you can take my cock in your ass, or I walk out right now, and you never see me again.”

Kurt shook his head desperately as he heard Julian speak of leaving and frantically began tearing at his clothes as he heard a count down commence. “Fifty-nine… fifty-eight… fifty-seven…” why were there so many buttons on a button up shirt?  Why had he worn a button up shirt? “Forty-four… forty-three… forty-two…” the damn boots didn’t want to come off now. “Twenty-one… twenty… nineteen…” Now his own erection was getting in the way of his jeans. “Five… four… three… good boy.” The break in the countdown had come as Kurt managed to fling his last sock away from him, leaving him naked and shivering in the entryway. “Now, I believe you were going to show me your bed.”

Kurt nodded “it’s right over here.” He wandered through the house, moving slightly erratically and drunk on the feelings of the evening’s events. He hadn’t done the best job keeping the place up, he had to admit, but luckily it wasn’t too bad.  There were a few pairs of jeans strewn about, and the place could use dusting, but things weren’t bad enough to interrupt the feelings of lust overwhelming his body. He pointed to the kitchen and bathroom on autopilot. “If you need water, you can get some filtered from the fridge or there’s beer inside if you’d rather... restroom is over in the corner… and here’s my room.” He opened a door off the side of the living area. The room inside was mostly taken up with a large bed, bought during a period of optimism that he might have someone to share it with in the long term. Julian could see that only one half of the bed looked like it had been slept in, covers flung back while the opposite side remained untouched.

“I think I’ve waited long enough.” Julian said impatiently before literally scooping Kurt into his arms and tossing him on the bed, face down. He pulled a condom out of his pocket where it had obviously been waiting for just this moment and made a show of slowly pulling it over his still throbbing dick where Kurt could see before walking around behind him and spitting on his asshole, rubbing the saliva around the tight hole before pushing one, two, and then three fingers in. “I can tell this isn’t your first time.” He said in a smirking tone. “Good thing too, because I don’t know where you keep any lube and a butt boy like yourself shouldn’t need some anyway.”

Kurt could feel as Julian’s weight caused the bed to shift and could feel his warmth as he lingered, close to actually penetrating Kurt’s needy asshole but pausing in order to build anticipation. He began to shift impatiently. Couldn’t Julian tell that Kurt needed him desperately? Right as he was about to begin to beg he felt the other man thrust into him in one smooth motion, bottoming out on that first thrust and holding himself there, reveling in the feeling of Kurt spasming around him in pleasure and pain before beginning to slowly move himself back and forth. “Mmm… you may not be the most mannerly person, but you have an amazing ass…” he said. “Time for warmup is over though.” At this he began to slam into Kurt, his cock a relentless piston of force shoving its way in and out seemingly with no thought other than his own pleasure.  Kurt’s already straining cock began to drool strings of precum and he mewled in response to the pleasure he felt at being treated like a toy, words escaping him in his pleasure but a string of ineligible syllables of pleasure escaping his mouth.

Grinning Julian redoubled his assault, feeling Kurt begin to thrust back towards him. The younger man was a natural bottom it seemed, taking Julian’s large cock up his ass with no complaint and already beginning to lose control as a result. Julian increased his speed even more, meaning to drive the younger man into a lustful rut that would take over his mind for the rest of the night, and smirked when he saw that Kurt’s toes literally curled in response as he kept up his nonverbal wails of pleasure. Only a couple minutes of this relentless pistoning passed before Julian felt curt stiffen and moan. “Sounds like this dirty man slut in front of me was bad and came without waiting for me,” he whispered in Kurt’s ear. “That’s the second time you’ve been rude to me since we got here. I think you should kneel over the side of the bed so I can really ream you hard until I cum. Does that sound fair to you?”

Kurt could barely make sense of the words in his orgasm addled brain, but he knew enough to know that he was being offered the chance for another round of fucking and by god did he want it. He rolled off the bed, landing with a thud, before pulling himself to his knees bent over the bed as requested. “Please…” he whimpered.

Julian looked at the scene in front of him, the handsome country boy seeming willing to do anything begging for his cock and felt himself throbbing. Without any further discourse he slammed once more into Kurt’s ass, bludgeoning his insides with his cock as he thrust and thrust like a wild thing driven to mate. His stamina was seemingly endless, and Kurt was sure he could feel every vein as it thrust in him, shaping his insides to perfectly form around Julian’s cock. Suddenly Kurt felt a hand grasping his shaft, adding to his pleasure as Julian began jacking him off. Kurt felt another orgasm coming from the combination of the dick ramming inside him, hitting his prostate with every thrust, and the hand milking him. “I’m gonna cum again, Julian!” Kurt said, bucking as he tried to hold off his orgasm until he was given permission.

“DO IT, CUM FOR ME NOW YOU ASS SLUT!” Julian screamed, and Kurt felt the condom in his ass swelling as Julian began to cum, the feeling starting his own orgasm as he screamed in pleasure before blacking out, exhausted from his ordeals.


 
The next morning Julian awoke sprawled out on his bed.  He glanced over at the clock and saw that it was already 10.  It was a good thing that there were no chores that needed to be done right that second, he thought, rolling over to go back to sleep. Thirty minutes later he realized the effort was pointless and got up, padding through the house.  He hadn’t really expected Julian to stay all night but waking alone in the house had him feeling a bit depressed. He got on his clothes and sighed as he went to head out. Julian had obviously just been passing through and hadn’t felt like dealing with someone who might get feelings he supposed, but at least he had a damn good night to remember. It was then that he saw the note taped to the door, written with impeccable penmanship.

“Good morning, Kurt. Couldn’t stay last night.  Didn’t want people to be wondering where I’d gotten to. I’m gonna be in the area for a month or two if you want to “date” me at another party.  You know what I’m going to want in return.”

Kurt smiled, feeling his cock stiffen at the thought.  Yes, he’d have to go to another party, he supposed, and make sure that he needed a “date” to rescue him again.