…or, Two-Way Trip
By the time six rolled around, I’d made up my mind that Iason would either be late or stand me up entirely. I was actually irritated at how irritated I’d gotten when he knocked on my door at six on the dot.
“Hello, pretty boy,” he said when I opened the door.
In a way, his outfit was the elven version of what I was wearing, with the colors inverted.
He was wearing a loose-flowing white shirt with a ruffled collar, plunging neckline, and a hem on the bottom that curved down towards the left, putting a discreet cover on the hilt of his rapier. His pants were black, and also loose and billowing. They only came down to his mid-calf, showing off his riding boots. The leather of the boots was tooled and stained with blue detail work matching his tattoos.
They also had four inch heels, making him appear taller than me.
Capping off the outfit—literally—was a floppy-brimmed black hat plumed with a large feather.
“You look very nice,” he said. “May I come in?”
“Uh, sure,” I said, stepping back to let him past. “I mean, I don’t know what you have planned, but if you want to hang out for a few minutes before we go, or whatever, that’s cool.”
“I thought we could skip the rest and move on to the fucking,” he said, taking off his hat coming in.
My jaw dropped.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, you seem to prefer me to come straight to the point,” he said. “So I say, no more games and no more artifice. Let us get right to the sex. It’s what I’m here for.”
“You’re kidding me,” I said. “After I spent all day thinking about this, all this time getting ready, hours waiting for six to get here—”
“Well, I had no idea this little date meant so very much to you, Iamie,” he said with a sly grin. “I am both humbled and flattered by your affection.”
I punched him in the stomach. He grunted in surprise, and then laughed.
“Come,” he said, putting his hat back on and sweeping a hand towards the door. “Your carriage awaits downstairs.”
“You hired a private carriage?” I asked, heading out into the hall ahead of him. There were a few girls in the hall, watching us with interest. It made me self-conscious, and just a little aroused.
“It seemed wise,” he said. “Unless you wish for me to ride you all the way into town.”
“There are supposed to be free coaches for students,” I said, ducking down the empty boys’ hall.
“If I ever give you anything free, Iamie, you can rest assured that it was stolen,” he said.
“I just mean, you don’t have to go all out for me,” I said.
“Let me do this,” he said. He was following a few paces behind me. I felt a tingle in my butt when I realized it was so he could watch me.
There was no missing the hired vehicle. An ivory and gold carriage decorated with carved swans was waiting on the loop of road in front of the south side of the residence buildings. Unlike the free coaches, it actually had a driver sitting on the front and a footman on the back.
“How much did you pay for this?” I asked Iason.
“Oh, do not be so gauche,” he answered. The footman hopped down as we approached and opened the door, taking my hand to help me in. I let him do it even though it wasn’t necessary. Neither was the boost Iason gave me from behind.
Once Iason was inside, he picked up a thin silver-colored box which had been sitting on the seat and held it out to me.
“Not another gift, Iason,” I said, shaking my head.
“Please,” he said. He took the cover off, but pulled the box back a little way. “I never get to spoil anyone. Let me spoil you.”
I had to lean forward to see it. It was a chain made up of square segmented silver links. It was unisex-y enough, I guessed, though it had probably been intended for a woman.
“Is it magic?” I asked, eyeing it skeptically.
“You are so demanding,” Iason said, rolling his eyes. “It is not enough that it is pure silver, it is not enough that it is beautiful, it is not enough that I picked it out for you; no, apparently it must be enchanted, as well.”
I sighed and reached for it. He snapped the cover back on.
“No, no, if my little gift isn’t good enough for you, I will take it away and come back with a necklace of platinum segments forged and runically inscribed by dwarves, connected by strands woven of fairy gossamer and charged with the very lightning of the heavens,” he said, pulling the box away.
“Oh, just give me the damned thing!” I said, grabbing for it. He handed it to me. He laughed heartily.
“Now I know better than to come between you and your jewelry,” he said. He gestured for the box. “Please, allow me to put it on you.”
“Okay,” I said, handing it to him. He patted the seat next to him, and I moved over, turning away from him. He draped the necklace over me and fastened it, then put his hands on my shoulders and began to knead them. I had to admit, it felt incredible. “Does everything have to be a game with you?” I asked him.
“Only the things that matter,” he said. “Life. Love. Hunting. Everything I don’t care about is serious business to me, if I ever get around to doing it.”
“I just wish I knew what you wanted from me,” I said as he continued to massage my shoulders.
“Nothing you won’t want to give to me,” he said. “Your hands, your lips, your ass. You don’t mind sharing those things with a handsome elven man.”
“I don’t, but you want more than that,” I said. “I know it.”
“You are not very trusting.”
I raised my hand, showing the stag bracelet over my shoulder. He laughed.
“I take your point,” he said. “But, I swear to you that there was no malice in my gift.”
“What do you want from me, Iason?” I asked again.
“I want your body,” he said. “I want your attention. I want your appreciation. I want to have a very pretty human boy who is always pleased to see me, who appreciates what I have to offer.”
“Okay, but long term?”
“Short term, long term,” he said. “I want that from you today and I’ll want it from you tomorrow. If you only want to give it to me today? I suppose I can’t do anything about that. Life is too short to worry about that, though. Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” I said.
I’d never had a massage before, except from Marlot via a wooden roller we took turns using on each other’s backs. Getting a direct, hands-on one from somebody with elven dexterity and sensitivity was a whole different experience.
“Good,” he said. “The driver knows where we are going, but I’ve told him not to go there until I say so.”
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To a light supper, then to a show, then to an inn for the main course,” he said.
“You only promised dinner,” I said.
“It isn’t my fault it’s spread out over two places and interrupted by a show.”
I snorted.
“Why did you tell the driver not to go there directly?” I asked.
He pulled on my shoulder, and I turned around to face him on the seat. He glanced downward, and I followed his gaze to see the expanding bulge in his lap.
His pants didn’t have a fly, but he slipped off his belt and pulled them down in front, fishing his cock out. The blue dragon stretched itself out. He grinned at me, not saying anything, and slid back into the corner of the carriage. I bent down across the bench.
“Just think, Iamie. When you tell your friends of this night, you can tell them you ate a dragon,” he said.
He put his hands on the side of my head and guided my mouth towards his cock, taking over the last few inches of maneuvering completely.
I took his cock into my mouth. I didn’t have control of my head, but I was able to move my tongue, and I flicked it across his slit, then under the ridge of his head. I tasted every inch of his shaft as he pushed my lips down to the root, and I loved every bit of it.
Iason had only the barest trace of the sweaty taste I associated with half-elves, only a slight hint of the smell I knew so well from handling my own equipment. It seemed like a very clean cock, but I knew perfectly well it could have been in half a dozen guy’s asses already that day.
That thought might have seemed gross, but I was used to free-for-all situations and it excited me to think of Iason plowing his way through a group of elven guys. He’d probably been active for two decades. How many partners had he had?
How many of them had he bothered to buy glass flowers and expensive carriage rides for? You didn’t give jewelry to a fuck buddy. I got a weird charge from that thought.
I was used to sucking at my own pace, but he kept his hands in place and pushed my head up and down, controlling the movement. It wasn’t the best angle and it hurt my neck a bit, but once I relaxed and figured out how to move with him, it went much better. After I had his pace down, he let go and left me to keep bobbing on my own.
As I worked, savoring both the feeling of his cock between my lips and the thought that his attention to me—however asinine it got—was somehow special, he took off his hat and then shifted both himself and me around until we were both curled up on the seat.
He got my belt unbuckled and my pants unbuttoned, and barely had to try to fish my own hard dick out. He didn’t use as much head movement but worked his tongue around my shaft and sucked with an intensity that took my breath away. About the time he started working on me, his cock spasmed and started to pump its seed into my mouth. I pulled my head back a bit so I could taste it filling my mouth before I swallowed.
If anybody had asked me—and I’d felt inclined to answer—I would have said that my favorite sensation, sexually, was fucking someone else in the ass. If it could somehow bring an orgasm with it, though, having somebody come in my mouth would have been first. It’s fucking intimate, in a way that just fucking can never be. I could understand why some people don’t want some dude’s pee-stick in their face, but from the first time I tried it, I’d felt anybody who didn’t swallow seed was missing out.
Iason had endurance to spare, and he was still spurting in my mouth when I came. He kept up the hard suction, pulling me into an immediate second orgasm that left me about depleted. Of course, his human blood was minimal enough that he could probably have filled my stomach and then some if he never needed to sleep.
Once I was done coming, he sat up and I swung my knees around to the floor. That gave me a much better angle and more room to work. My lips slid up and down over the blue dragon, and I swallowed every last bit that he gave me until finally, my neck sore and my jaw aching, I began to flag. He ruffled my hair and then pulled my head back. I looked up at him, a silly grin on my face.
“You are very good at that,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said.
He patted the seat and I got back up beside him. He took my hand and put it on his dick, wet with saliva, and I began to stroke it absently.
“How much dick have you sucked?”
“I really don’t know,” I said.
“It will have to be enough,” he said. “I do not want you sucking any other man but me.”
“Where the hell did that come from?”
“You wanted to know what I want from you,” he said. “I’m telling you, I want you to myself.”
“Um, okay,” I said. “I mean, I don’t mind being exclusive for as long as we’re together. I wasn’t looking for a bunch of boy sex, anyway.”
“I want your mouth and your ass to myself,” he said. “And your dick. That is what I want.”
“What about girls?”
“They hold no interest for me,” he said.
“I mean, for me.”
“They don’t matter,” he said. “As long as I am the only man who may have you.”
“Okay,” I said. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You’re going to fuck other guys?”
“I will do as I please,” he said. “It’s the only thing I know how to do. But you, Iamie, you must be mine.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Will you say it?”
“Say what?”
“Say you are mine,” he said.
“Your what?”
“Just mine.”
“I’m not committing to anything long-term,” I said. “I’m fine with this for now, but that can change.”
“Everything can change,” Iason said. “But today, you are mine.”
“Yes,” I said.
“Say it, then,” he said. “Please.”
“Okay, I’m yours,” I said.
His cock flexed and throbbed in my hand when I said it. I’d almost forgotten I was holding it.
“Keep saying it, Iamie,” he said, flexing his hips so that he was thrusting into my hand. “I want to get off to you saying it.”
“I’m yours,” I repeated, both tightening my grip and quickening my pace. “I’m yours.”
It might have only been for the day, but it was making for an interesting day.
Girl here.
Girl enjoys story, would not enjoy pictoral description of buttsex. Story hot, pictures most emphatically NOT! (Is disconnect, yes, between /person enjoying self strangely/ and /that looks like it hurts a LOT/)
With all the gaysex that happens in prisons and with the military, I don’t think guys are properly understanding that a man still equals an appropriate partner for most guys. Just, a less desirable one.
Not hypocritical in the slightest. And more than even reproductive. If you’ve ever seen porn (and I imagine most people who are reading [Foo]MU have at least seen some), have you ever seen any porn that was about the MAN enjoying himself? By and large it’s all woman-centric. And remember the stuff is for sale, so that’s what sells. Men seem to like the idea that women are enjoying themselves. So one may disagree, but I say that lesbian sex is even strictly about the male mind perceiving additional girls to have sex with, but a fulfilling of a general desire to see women pleased, even if it never includes a man.
Now, what little I know of where hetero porn is made by women, it still tends to be women-centric. So, there’s a disparity there.
Maybe we shouldn’t get onto the men for hypocrisy, but the women, for being selfish?
Of course, the notable exception is slash fiction, overwhelmingly written by women. I think this is a different phenomenon, though, borne out of basic logic and the innate gap between the sexes. It’s a thought something like this: “I think men/women are attractive; why doesn’t the other side think men/women are attractive?” You’re not inside the head of the other sex, so it’s just easier instead to project your own desire schemes.
buck/50
Hmm, I put some faux-html around the third paragraph indicating that being intended as a joke, but apparently such stuff gets cut. Anwyay. Joke.
I dislike that so many men are all ‘yay lesbian porn = HOT’ but I agree that it’s not hypocritical to like one gender of homosexuality and shun the other. Men are very visual creatures. Two attractive women means twice as much to look at and get off to. Two men generally does not, since men (and the camera) will focus on breasts and pussies. When there are none in sight, can you really blame the typical hetero man for not being interested? Also, I’m under the impression that hetero porn minimizes the screen time of the male (except his penis) as much as possible. Not sure, since I haven’t actually watched any, though I’ve run across stills.
I have to agree with #13, Iason is starting to look like the abusive type to me too. It’s more gut feeling than anything else, but I’m not so sure this is going to be a healthy relationship for Jamie. But who knows, it’ll be fun to find out
@49 David Argall
Actually, the male mind can find both sexy as well. It is only our cultural conditioning which teaches us to enjoy one and loathe the other. Were it truly “natural” or “evolution” for males to not enjoy the sight of men sexually enjoying each other, there would be no examples of that occurring in any culture anywhere. We do not, for example, have any examples ever in any culture of how much fun it is to eat rust — because it would be unnatural and counter-evolution to do so.
As far as examples of how often men loving men is a normal part of a culture (thus disproving the assertion that men cannot view that as sexy)… the one we’re most familiar with is Ancient Greece, of course. However, most American Indian tribes before the coming of the whites had the concept of the respected third sex (and sometimes a fourth as well); there were boy-wives as well as female husbands in Africa too. India has its hijras (who suffer today from incredible, sometimes murderous prejudice) and Japan historically had nanshoku, the “love of the samurai.” Those are just off the top of my head, but I suspect they’re enough to clearly demonstrate the limitations of our current cultural training.
Anthropology is a fascinating subject, which beautifully reveals how incredibly imaginative and flexible our species is. Check it out — you might enjoy it, and I’m sure you’ll be surprised at least once. I was.
@52 goingfurther
Actually almost all of the porn I’ve seen (usually made by men) is about the viewing man’s pleasure. There’s no care taken to show the woman as a real person with feelings or desires other than squealingly servicing as many men as the movie shoves on her. Usually the movies don’t even show “real” women like you’d see on the street — porn actresses, like runway models, are selling their bodies, not their minds.
I remember reading about the shock that went through the industry when a woman director started making porn where the woman protagonist’s desires were actually considered within the story. Heck, there was even *gasp* cuddling! Time wasted in romantic bits! An actual story! Everyone kept telling her it wouldn’t sell and she was wasting her time because women didn’t like porn — only men did. It’s still a niche market, but she makes enjoyable porn.
I didn’t quite follow your logic in your last paragraph, but I think you (perhaps unwittingly?) correctly pegged porn in your closing statement:
Most “mainstream” porn quite clearly shows men projecting their own desires on women. It’s a touchy and unpleasant issue, since a lot of women quite rightly dislike being treated like a vapid and personality-less object existing solely for a man’s self-righteous enjoyment.
@laughingcollie
Well put. You made some necessary clarifications. Actually, I don’t think we disagree as much as you might think, but I think a good bit more nuancing is in order.
I also agree that it’s about the viewing PERSON’s pleasure (though I use person rather than man, they may be a minority but some women do quite like the stuff, even the mainstream versions). That selfish component is, after all, in the very definition of “pornography.” It’s there to titillate. But that doesn’t defeat my point earlier. See, the squealing (or kissing, or whatever she’s doing) matters. That’s the titillating part, where she is enjoying herself, and by and large they’re one and the same goal. That’s what men like to see.
Does that make it a realistic representation of women? Oh, hell no. I agree with you, and your appropriation of my “projection” bit probably gets it pretty close. But I’m going to come out here and say that I don’t think it should be realistic. If you want to be disturbed by people putting women’s psychologies to work against them, go read Neil Strauss’s The Game. Porn, on the other hand, unabashedly lives in a realm of fantasy, and yes, it does play to a particular kind of disconnected male desire. But to condemn men with the old-guard feminist tack that that porn is inherently demeaning to women? That’s bad logic, and infantilizes men.
See, it’s the exact same bad argument used for abstinence-only education: if you teach kids about sex, they can’t be responsible with it. No, kids should be taught to be responsible and should be taught to know what they’re doing, and guess what? That supposedly conflicting middle ground actually works best. Similarly, saying that a fantasy outlet must by needs redefine how a given man thinks real women in his world work is to ignore how human minds are built. Our minds are terrible at a lot of things, but compartmentalizing different social modes is not one of them. Being dynamically social is the higher brain’s main function, after all, and it’s there we excel.
So, with that understanding, it’s perfectly right to say that women don’t like being treated as vapid tools of male enjoyment. I wholeheartedly support the opposite. But it’s also wrong to say that porn is a “treatment” of women in the scope you give it. Porn is fantasy stories. Crass, simplistic stories, but stories nonetheless.
This is actually a good forum for such a conversation as this. AE does a good job of 1)recognizing that there are a hell of a lot of different calibrations for sexuality, and 2)recognizing that even within these calibrations people remain complex and complicated. And it works because the approach rings true for how things are in the real world. And it remains true even where “standard men” are involved.
The funny thing is, I’m not pro-porn, really. I don’t think it’s as socially bad as it’s represented to be, but it can be very addictive, and so I think it actually preys on men. In other realms, where your woman director shook things up, that’s an entrepreneur shaking up the “old guard”‘s sense of the market, and doing well from it. Good for her, though I’m not sure women are now better off. I don’t want to say one way or another. But all I’m saying is, if we’re going to condemn, let’s be careful put it in the right place.
But, like I said, good thoughts.
As far as what I really meant for the “projecting” thing among straight people, it’s this; If you’re a straight woman attracted to men, you have a woman’s mind. So men liking men’s bodies is actually easier for you to imagine, because you can more easily project a woman’s mind into a man than think like a man. The reverse is also true. Hence the “other-erotic” draw of both slash and lesbian fantasy for otherwise straight men and women. It makes for an other (at least two, actually, in general) with whom one can identify.
And, well, an other with whom we identify is hot. Connections of minds is always a sexy thing. Here, it’s just (I think) an amusing way of getting there.
(AE, what’s funny is you’re probably the only one who’ll read all this, so, um, I’ve enjoyed reading your work. Cheers.)
@57 (oh, that’s you again, laugingcollie…okay)
Again, I agree with you that there are other modes, but they’re often not as broadly applicable as they are used to mean. A queer theorist friend of mine wrote a thesis on the winkte, being the commonly cited native american concept you were describing, and pointing out that, while it admits a different mode into the mix, it was equally heterosexual (winkte couldn’t be with other winkte, nor “straight” men or women with each other: more slots, yes, but still “hetero”). Similarly, the Greeks looked down upon men who focused primarily on relations with other men. It wasn’t nearly so free as the modern use implies, rather a type of overlooked indulgence. And a good deal of it was pederastic, which is implicitly power-based. It just wasn’t viewed as a negative power relationship.
Standard heterosexual polygamy is yet another mode, but plenty who espouse “cultural openness” wouldn’t look favorably on it. But, genetically speaking, it is a favorable thing for women (many women get the “best” man’s genes for their children).
Also, there are certain things in our respective internal reward systems of men and women that might favor women being more equipped to perceive intimacy with each other than men are (to speak in broadly statistical terms).
Statistics are different from individuals, though. Both have to be considered. And yes, you can find people who are one way or another, men (straight, even) who do find men sexy, women who don’t find women sexy. I’m both fascinated by the male form and don’t find it “sexy” in the slightest. That’s my calibration. And there’s nothing special about me being me. So, yes, coming against the limited view of the previous poster was a correct choice. But what’s wrong is to toss everything under “cultural conditioning,” as if it prevents some theoretical “openness for all.” The forms that hold at present exist because they some particular group tried a method that succeeded in the context in which it was tried. It was a practical issue (and in some contexts, the supposedly “unnatural” ones were what excelled). So, cultural conditioning shouldn’t be used to explain away human attraction/sexual possibility. Not on its own; there are enough other factors to consider. And, overlain rules or no, I actually think there’s something to the typical rules people tend to perceive.
going further:
I think you are misreading some of the cultural overtones. In Japan, it is considered the height of sex to make a girl into a bestial creature. To someone else, this may look like the boy is concentrating on getting the girl off. But it’s not, it’s more about getting the girl to release her inhibitions — doing such a good job of sex that she isn’t a girl anymore.
This is a totally odd meme for Americans, but it is rather persistent in Japan.
If you’ve ever met an amoral boy, they’d tell you that polygamy ain’t the most efficinet way to distribute good genes. The most efficient way is by sexing up as many girls as possible (cheap strategy), and ALSO by taking a mate (expensive strategy).
Women tend to respond to the guys with the best genes, physically, particularly when given a choice.
How many men read romance novels?
They’re just as objectifying as porn, if not more — there is good porn. I recommend Agga Reuter — shame they never finished it, it is much better than Tenshi (err, they grabbed the team and made them make non-porn. that’s how good it was).
@ #62
Maiko, having sex with a lot of females is another way, but spreading your seed and spreading your genes aren’t the same thing. As the male in the scenario, one needs to a) make sure the kids are yours, and b) provide some reasonable support for those children that they themselves can be successful and reproduce. That’s several steps away from just having lots of sex.
Now, none of this is implying that that’s this is conscious activity; it often, even generally, isn’t. Rather, it’s simply that where such practices exist they can work, and where they work, they will continue to be practiced (in the case of humans, both because the culture is passed on and because the types of people who did well in that kind of culture were the ones who bred, thereby making more people who fit well to that culture.)
@61, I’m sorry, I don’t fully understand what you’re saying, and I don’t want to falsely interpret it. Mind explaining again?
Anyone feel that that whole ‘I’m Yours’ thing reminded them of the song by Jason Mraz?