…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.
