"Robert," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder, "you've known me forever. You know I can seduce any girl I want. It just takes the right touchÂ
As if to demonstrate, he started sliding the thumb of his hand on my shoulder stated up and down my shoulder and neck. It was soothing and it did feel really good.
"And my eyes. Check out how deep brown they are. Looking into my eyes can make anyone trust me. Make anyone relax". It was true too. His conveyed such an inviting, honest sincerity that you knew it was totally ok to trust Jared.Â
"Oh, and of course, I have the body. Have you noticed how it makes even straight guys just stop and stare? Yeah, dude... even a straight guy like you can't turn away from this bod. Check out the abs". He unbuttoned the lower buttons of his shirt as he spoke, and then used his other hand to hold the bottom of his shirt open. The eight pack that glared at me was amazing. People say "washboard abs". Jaredâs looked more like cobblestone, thick firm protrusions of muscle in perfect arrangement. Don't think about his body, don't think about his body, I commanded myself.
"Wanna touch?" Without waiting for an answer, the hand that was on my shoulder gently slid down my arm, as if caressing it and took my hand. Jared's palm felt warm and strong and inviting. He took the palm of my hand and guided it onto his abs. He flexed and twitched his abs slightly as he guided my hand along his stomach. My hand seemed to take a life of its own as it began holding and caressing each muscle in turn, savoring its bulk and texture.
"And that's just the abs." Jared let go of his shirt, letting it fall over my hand still unable to let go of his abs. Fight it, I thought to myself, desperately willing myself to summon up the energy to withstand what I knew would come next.
He gently put his hand under my chin and guided my face up, tearing my eyes away from his awe-striking torso and locking them upon his brown eyes. He put his hands on the sides of me head, gently caressing it with his thumbs, his motions fogging my thoughts and making it so hard to concentrate on resisting him.Â
"Robert, I love you". His words rang out like a gong through my foggy head. I felt my heart and my cock jump as I heard these words. He loved me.Â
"I love you, Robert." Another burst of warmth pulsed through my body.Â
"Do you love me, Robert?". I nodded feverishly.
"Do you want my love?" I nodded feverishly again. I needed him. I longed for him. I felt empty without him. Jared made an ever so slight kissing motion with his lips as if blowing me a kiss. I almost felt it arrive on my lips, licking them hungrily.
"Undo your belt and unbutton your jeans," he whispered. Through the mirk in my head, I didn't notice myself complying, my focus never leaving his soft, loving brown eyes.
He flicked his thumbs over what was by now a throbbing raging hardon, sending another blow of desire through my body and eliciting a breathy "mmmmmmmmmpphhhhh" from my lips. He tickling my shaft with his fingers, ever so lightly running them up and down.
"You like that?" My heart was racing, I was short of breath, my head hardly had the energy to nod.
"You can't stop yourself. You can't control yourself. Just give in," he said. "Give in to your love for me. Give in to my power over you." I felt my cock oozing precum over his his fingers as they continued their onslaught onto what was left of my cock's resistance.
"Give in, and cum. Cum. Cum. Cum." Jaredâs one hand made long, powerful strokes down my shaft while the other was hypnotizing my balls into releasing their load. My cock was spasming furiously in his hand. I was so close. So close. Had to fight.
"I love you, Robert," Even if I could resist his ministration, when that voice spoke of love and said my name, I was completely under its spell. With a furious last twitch, my balls abdicated. Burst after burst of boiling jizz exploded out of my searing shaft.
He wiped the cum off his hands against my shirt and bent down to pick up his own shirt off the floor. I watched his wide powerful back spread as he reached down for it. As he put it on, I finally found the energy to speak.
"Where are you going," I pleaded?Â
"The girl in the other room? You blew your load so she's mine now, bitch."
I tried to follow Jared out but he stopped me just before the door.
"Whoa, were are you going, buddy?" He nodded toward my shirt, which he had so thoroughly stained with my cum.
"Better go wash that out."