Journal Update Number Two
Well, things aren't going so hot at our place in Sydney. Darren's really screwed things up good, and I told him were I Daniel, I'd give him a good spanking. He's acting like a spoiled brat.
Everyone's gone now to work, including my babe, so I can write in peace. Tonight Karl and I are going to go see some Shakespeare show, I could care less but he wants to see it, and he's promised blankets and food and cuddling, so I'm all for it. I'd just as soon stay home in bed but he wants to go, so we'll go. I like pleasing him. The rewards of it, I'm learning, are huge. Nothing is hotter than an appreciative Karl.
Need to back up. I barely got to where we met for the first time.
When Karl walked in the room, like I said, I knew I wanted him. Right then, preferably, but I'm not a complete bastard, I was willing to give him a little time to realize what was going on, but fuck if he didn't tell me he and the boys he was straight.
And, had a girlfriend.
shit shit shit I thought, and all the rest of that day and the next, just being around him, I seriously thought the Novak was going to explode.
So I had to let it out some, you know? I figured out pretty quick that Darren and Daniel, despite their current eggheadedness, had the hots for each other, and Karl had no problem with that, so decided hell, flirt with Darren, flirt with Karl, see what happens.
The other guys didn't realize, don't think, just what happened that night Karl very cleverly brought fondue home.
He and I were in the kitchen, and I was doing my usual "make Karl feel delicate" bit--it is amazing the affect invading his space will have on him. He was heating some more chocolate up, standing at the stove, when I walked in to leave the two then-lovebirds to their marshmallow dipping, and saw Karl at the stove, stirring the chocolate.
There is something fucking sexy about a guy standing at a stove, stirring chocolate. I walked up behind him, slid my hands onto his hips (he was defenseless) and peered over his shoulder, and whispered in his ear "chocolate makes me horny."
Redder than the heating coils, was my Karl. *laugh* I can't tell you how excited I was, hell how hard I got, right there, when I felt him shudder. He artfully moved away then and that is when I accused him of bringing the fondue home on purpose--Darren and Daniel were feeding each other right then. Karl started to giggle and I took the opportunity to show him how easily I could command his body--I picked him up, whirling around so they couldn't see him. The look in his eyes was priceless.
What I didn't expect was how it affected me.
It's funny how only a week or so has passed, and already the craziness that went with Karl's confusion over what he was feeling for me, deciding the only recourse was to leave, then breaking up with Courtney, has all merged together to put my focus on one important thing--for the first time since I realized I liked boys, small, fem ones in particular (like Karl), I don't want to just fuck this one and toss him aside. Karl's just not that kind of guy. I want this one to keep. Make mine. Give himself to me.
I keep stopping to think, and lose my train of thought. Guess I'm pretty concerned about the guys, their fighting, my own reaction. It's so...pardon the word, stupid how this has escalated into something that should've been easily solved.
Karl and I had a small fight the other day, nothing big, but we worked it out quickly because Karl figured if we were fighting, then we must be thinking wrong about the same thing. Sure enough, we got it worked out, over the phone, before he got home. Very nicely, actually.
That was when Darren and Daniel came home to find us on the couch. We'd gotten over our little tif, and I put the movie on. Been waiting all day to see that thing, and I had plans for Karl. We were alone, and expected to be for some time, so when he got home, I had everything ready. I met him at the door and before he could say 'hey' I had him against the wall, pinning him, and I held his face in my hands and looked into his eyes. A flash of fear, a flash of heat, and he smiled, and I kissed him. Nothing tentative, that's not my way. He wrote that I kiss like a man--fuck yeah I do. I kissed him, holding him against the wall, until he couldn't breathe. Until his knees buckled, and I had to hold him up.
Then, while he was still trying to recover from that, and barely inside the apartment, I took his keys, his wallet, set them down. Then, I proceeded to undress him. Pulled off his shirt, bent down and pulled off his shoes. By this time he was practically hyperventilating, and as I got an eyeful while pulling off his shoes, I knew he'd reacted just as I'd hoped.
His hand clutched my shoulder, his breath came in gasps. He tried to move but I wouldn't let him, kissed him again, and whispered, "You'll do as I say. Don't move. Understand?"
"Yes."
The nod he gave me made my blood race and my dick strain against my jeans. Oh fuck, yes! This was my dream, what I'd hoped, that Karl would be like this, that he'd take the role that I wanted him to take. I could hardly wait to get inside him but I knew he couldn't be rushed. But I could command him.
I pulled off his jeans, then led him to the couch. His hand trembled in mine as I bent and kissed him again, then pushed his boxers off. He tried to cover himself, which made me frown. I pulled his hands away, holding them out to the side as he took great gasps--he looked like he was about to faint.
"Perfect," I whispered hoarsely, but he looked upset.
"I'm not. I'm nothing like you. Look at me," he said miserably.
"I see you. And you are perfect." When he started to protest, I got angry. "You're beautiful, Karl. You're exactly what I want. Do you understand? Don't cut yourself down again."
He slowly nodded. I released his hands and got down on my knees, pulling him close, and I showed him just how perfect he was to me. Took him into my mouth, loving his smallness, his perfection, his hot slickness. He was so stunned all he could do was hold on as I brought him to climax, swallowing him whole.
Good thing the guys weren't there, the way he cried out. My Karl's a very vocal person.
I got up from my knees and kissed him again, holding his little face between my hands. "I want you just as you are. No bigger, just like you are. You hungry?"
He kinda gaped at that, and nodded. I smiled, then pushed him down on the floor on a blanket I'd put there. To sit at the coffee table. He looked up at me, bewildered, but I held up on hand and raced to the kitchen and brought back his dinner, setting it before him. He was so fucking adorable, sitting there naked on a blanket and eating Chinese takeout. I sat across from him, still fully clothed, loving how he looked at me so shyly. I knew from the look in his eyes (he didn't say much, he told me later he was too overwhelmed and afraid if he did the spell would be broken)how much he liked me doing this to him.
I've got Karl figured out, quite a bit more than he does himself. I've known guys like him before, dated a few, fucked even more, as he's the kind of guy I tend to prefer. Guys who like to be dominated. Like to be gently forced into doing things. That's Karl.
But unlike all the other guys I've had, Karl didn't beg for it, didn't demand it, with him, it just is. It's a part of him, who he is. I find that highly erotic. The more time we spend together the more this becomes evident, Karl's definitely a man's boy. My boy toy. *laughs*
So anyway, after we ate, I pulled him to his feet. By then he was relaxed, and I got to see him like that and liked what I saw. I cleaned up and got the movie ready while he went to the restroom. I heard him brushing his teeth furiously. *laughs* He brushes alot.
When he came back I'd peeled down to my briefs. I didn't want to scare him again--I am pretty big compared to him, and had no intention of taking him just yet. Still haven't, don't want to rush that. He's small enough of a guy that I know I could hurt him.
By the time Darren and Daniel got home, and we realized Daniel had met up with trouble, I'd pulled Karl onto the couch with me, on top of me with a blanket covering us. Not sure that the guys realized Karl was naked under there but it was pretty obvious we'd been paying more attention to each other than the movie. Karl freaked, Darren got Daniel into his room and Karl bolted for mine. Got to say Daniel's eye looks pretty damn bad, poor kid. Which makes me all the madder at Darren for his behavior toward Daniel.
Got them settled for the night pretty much, all hell hadn't broken out just yet so Karl and I said goodnight. He tried to go to his own room, but I didn't let him. Told him he was to sleep in my bed from now on.
I like him there. Usually, guys I bring to my bed I can't wait to get them out once the fucking is done, but not Karl. Course I havent' had him yet, but waking up to find him curled against my back is surprisingly very nice.
I don't think he's noticed he's slept better the last two nights, with me, than he has since moving here. I wonder what demons he has in his mind--they exist I know that. One has his father's face, I'm sure.
Speaking of that bastard, Karl hasn't heard from him yet, or his mom. I don't think he'll be so lucky as to have them not show up eventually.
Right now though we've got to see what happens with Darren and Daniel. Karl's called, is very upset about this whole thing. I don't like it when things upset Karl.
Darren and Daniel had better figure this out or I'm taking Karl out of here. It's not like I can't afford to. I like them both, though, and Karl I think needs this, having mates to hang out with. I don't want to take that from him but if things don't settle down, I will.
Lee
Everyone's gone now to work, including my babe, so I can write in peace. Tonight Karl and I are going to go see some Shakespeare show, I could care less but he wants to see it, and he's promised blankets and food and cuddling, so I'm all for it. I'd just as soon stay home in bed but he wants to go, so we'll go. I like pleasing him. The rewards of it, I'm learning, are huge. Nothing is hotter than an appreciative Karl.
Need to back up. I barely got to where we met for the first time.
When Karl walked in the room, like I said, I knew I wanted him. Right then, preferably, but I'm not a complete bastard, I was willing to give him a little time to realize what was going on, but fuck if he didn't tell me he and the boys he was straight.
And, had a girlfriend.
shit shit shit I thought, and all the rest of that day and the next, just being around him, I seriously thought the Novak was going to explode.
So I had to let it out some, you know? I figured out pretty quick that Darren and Daniel, despite their current eggheadedness, had the hots for each other, and Karl had no problem with that, so decided hell, flirt with Darren, flirt with Karl, see what happens.
The other guys didn't realize, don't think, just what happened that night Karl very cleverly brought fondue home.
He and I were in the kitchen, and I was doing my usual "make Karl feel delicate" bit--it is amazing the affect invading his space will have on him. He was heating some more chocolate up, standing at the stove, when I walked in to leave the two then-lovebirds to their marshmallow dipping, and saw Karl at the stove, stirring the chocolate.
There is something fucking sexy about a guy standing at a stove, stirring chocolate. I walked up behind him, slid my hands onto his hips (he was defenseless) and peered over his shoulder, and whispered in his ear "chocolate makes me horny."
Redder than the heating coils, was my Karl. *laugh* I can't tell you how excited I was, hell how hard I got, right there, when I felt him shudder. He artfully moved away then and that is when I accused him of bringing the fondue home on purpose--Darren and Daniel were feeding each other right then. Karl started to giggle and I took the opportunity to show him how easily I could command his body--I picked him up, whirling around so they couldn't see him. The look in his eyes was priceless.
What I didn't expect was how it affected me.
It's funny how only a week or so has passed, and already the craziness that went with Karl's confusion over what he was feeling for me, deciding the only recourse was to leave, then breaking up with Courtney, has all merged together to put my focus on one important thing--for the first time since I realized I liked boys, small, fem ones in particular (like Karl), I don't want to just fuck this one and toss him aside. Karl's just not that kind of guy. I want this one to keep. Make mine. Give himself to me.
I keep stopping to think, and lose my train of thought. Guess I'm pretty concerned about the guys, their fighting, my own reaction. It's so...pardon the word, stupid how this has escalated into something that should've been easily solved.
Karl and I had a small fight the other day, nothing big, but we worked it out quickly because Karl figured if we were fighting, then we must be thinking wrong about the same thing. Sure enough, we got it worked out, over the phone, before he got home. Very nicely, actually.
That was when Darren and Daniel came home to find us on the couch. We'd gotten over our little tif, and I put the movie on. Been waiting all day to see that thing, and I had plans for Karl. We were alone, and expected to be for some time, so when he got home, I had everything ready. I met him at the door and before he could say 'hey' I had him against the wall, pinning him, and I held his face in my hands and looked into his eyes. A flash of fear, a flash of heat, and he smiled, and I kissed him. Nothing tentative, that's not my way. He wrote that I kiss like a man--fuck yeah I do. I kissed him, holding him against the wall, until he couldn't breathe. Until his knees buckled, and I had to hold him up.
Then, while he was still trying to recover from that, and barely inside the apartment, I took his keys, his wallet, set them down. Then, I proceeded to undress him. Pulled off his shirt, bent down and pulled off his shoes. By this time he was practically hyperventilating, and as I got an eyeful while pulling off his shoes, I knew he'd reacted just as I'd hoped.
His hand clutched my shoulder, his breath came in gasps. He tried to move but I wouldn't let him, kissed him again, and whispered, "You'll do as I say. Don't move. Understand?"
"Yes."
The nod he gave me made my blood race and my dick strain against my jeans. Oh fuck, yes! This was my dream, what I'd hoped, that Karl would be like this, that he'd take the role that I wanted him to take. I could hardly wait to get inside him but I knew he couldn't be rushed. But I could command him.
I pulled off his jeans, then led him to the couch. His hand trembled in mine as I bent and kissed him again, then pushed his boxers off. He tried to cover himself, which made me frown. I pulled his hands away, holding them out to the side as he took great gasps--he looked like he was about to faint.
"Perfect," I whispered hoarsely, but he looked upset.
"I'm not. I'm nothing like you. Look at me," he said miserably.
"I see you. And you are perfect." When he started to protest, I got angry. "You're beautiful, Karl. You're exactly what I want. Do you understand? Don't cut yourself down again."
He slowly nodded. I released his hands and got down on my knees, pulling him close, and I showed him just how perfect he was to me. Took him into my mouth, loving his smallness, his perfection, his hot slickness. He was so stunned all he could do was hold on as I brought him to climax, swallowing him whole.
Good thing the guys weren't there, the way he cried out. My Karl's a very vocal person.
I got up from my knees and kissed him again, holding his little face between my hands. "I want you just as you are. No bigger, just like you are. You hungry?"
He kinda gaped at that, and nodded. I smiled, then pushed him down on the floor on a blanket I'd put there. To sit at the coffee table. He looked up at me, bewildered, but I held up on hand and raced to the kitchen and brought back his dinner, setting it before him. He was so fucking adorable, sitting there naked on a blanket and eating Chinese takeout. I sat across from him, still fully clothed, loving how he looked at me so shyly. I knew from the look in his eyes (he didn't say much, he told me later he was too overwhelmed and afraid if he did the spell would be broken)how much he liked me doing this to him.
I've got Karl figured out, quite a bit more than he does himself. I've known guys like him before, dated a few, fucked even more, as he's the kind of guy I tend to prefer. Guys who like to be dominated. Like to be gently forced into doing things. That's Karl.
But unlike all the other guys I've had, Karl didn't beg for it, didn't demand it, with him, it just is. It's a part of him, who he is. I find that highly erotic. The more time we spend together the more this becomes evident, Karl's definitely a man's boy. My boy toy. *laughs*
So anyway, after we ate, I pulled him to his feet. By then he was relaxed, and I got to see him like that and liked what I saw. I cleaned up and got the movie ready while he went to the restroom. I heard him brushing his teeth furiously. *laughs* He brushes alot.
When he came back I'd peeled down to my briefs. I didn't want to scare him again--I am pretty big compared to him, and had no intention of taking him just yet. Still haven't, don't want to rush that. He's small enough of a guy that I know I could hurt him.
By the time Darren and Daniel got home, and we realized Daniel had met up with trouble, I'd pulled Karl onto the couch with me, on top of me with a blanket covering us. Not sure that the guys realized Karl was naked under there but it was pretty obvious we'd been paying more attention to each other than the movie. Karl freaked, Darren got Daniel into his room and Karl bolted for mine. Got to say Daniel's eye looks pretty damn bad, poor kid. Which makes me all the madder at Darren for his behavior toward Daniel.
Got them settled for the night pretty much, all hell hadn't broken out just yet so Karl and I said goodnight. He tried to go to his own room, but I didn't let him. Told him he was to sleep in my bed from now on.
I like him there. Usually, guys I bring to my bed I can't wait to get them out once the fucking is done, but not Karl. Course I havent' had him yet, but waking up to find him curled against my back is surprisingly very nice.
I don't think he's noticed he's slept better the last two nights, with me, than he has since moving here. I wonder what demons he has in his mind--they exist I know that. One has his father's face, I'm sure.
Speaking of that bastard, Karl hasn't heard from him yet, or his mom. I don't think he'll be so lucky as to have them not show up eventually.
Right now though we've got to see what happens with Darren and Daniel. Karl's called, is very upset about this whole thing. I don't like it when things upset Karl.
Darren and Daniel had better figure this out or I'm taking Karl out of here. It's not like I can't afford to. I like them both, though, and Karl I think needs this, having mates to hang out with. I don't want to take that from him but if things don't settle down, I will.
Lee