The room was dark as he entered and the loud sigh of disappointment hung in the air. For the first time in weeks, there was no mysterious lover waiting for him in the lonely hotel room. Dave turned the light on and made his way to the bed. Turning to survey the room, he saw something on the table. Walking over, he smiled as he reached out to touch the familiar blindfold. A piece of paper lay underneath and he picked it up, reading the note written on it.

"Dave,

I've been thinking about you all day. Have you been thinking about me? I want you to do something for me. Take off your clothes, lay on the bed, put on the blindfold…and think about everything you want me to do to you the next time we're together."

There was no signature, but he hadn't expected one. With a huge smile, he began to unbutton his shirt, stealthily looking around the room for any signs of his lover's presence. He didn't bother to fold his clothing, just left it all in a pile on the floor. He grabbed the black cloth and hurried to the bed. He was already getting hard as he turned back the blankets and lay down.

He was smiling, almost giggling, as he tied the blindfold around his head. Leaning back on the pillows, Dave got comfortable. His mind was racing , playing over the past couple of months in his mind. Strong hands caressing his skin; the sharp blows from the paddle. He groaned out loud as his hand made its way across his chest, tweaking his nipples. Squeezing them harder, a jolt of pain shot through him, straight to his groin.

His stomach quivered as he ran his hand across the taut muscles there. With a teasingly light touch, he bypassed his aching cock and ran his hands down his thighs as far as he could reach, then moved them back up the inside of his legs, causing goosebumps to raise on his flesh. His groan was louder this time, as his fingers skated over the ridged flesh of his balls. He cupped them with one hand as he moved the other up the burning length of his cock.

Rubbing his fingertips across the tip, Dave spread the precum over the head of his cock before wrapping his fist around it, pumping it slowly. Soft leather restraints holding his wrists in place…the long vein running the length of his cock throbbed under his hand, beating a rhythm he tried to keep time with as he stroked himself. The sharp crack of leather breaking the silence of the room before landing on his straining flesh…he groaned again, wishing desperately for that feeling again.

Teeth biting into the delicate skin surrounding his nipples…he moved a hand up his chest and squeezed, increasing the pressure as he stroked faster. Mouth sliding over his flesh, kissing here, biting there…teasingly his fingers mapped his body, bringing him closer to the end. He was so lost in the memories, he didn't hear the click of the lock or the opening of the door.

He was completely unaware that he was no longer alone until he felt the strong hands slide over his stomach. A soft, soothing whisper reached his ears. "Sssh." Dave relaxed, his hand still hovering over his cock. "Don't stop on my account." He thought for a moment, then tightened his grip on his cock once again, his hand sliding up and down. Nimble fingers massaged the flesh of his inner thighs as he stroked faster.

He sensed the kiss before he even felt it, those same hot lips pressing against the head of his cock. He moaned again, his body twitching from the anticipation. He heard the snap of a bottle being opened and a smile tugged the corners of his mouth. Moments later, wet fingers caressed his balls, moving down toward his opening. Without a word, he raised his hips, waiting for the intrusion.

Above him, his lover chuckled slightly. "Eager, baby?" He nodded fast, smiling even broader at the endearment. He was somebody's baby. There was no slow preparation this time. Two fingers entered him, scissoring out to stretch him. He was glad there would be no drawn out process - Dave needed to be filled and he needed it now. The bed moved again as his lover removed his fingers and stood. From the sounds of it, he was taking off his clothes.

When the bed dipped again, and strong hands moved under his hips, grasping the globes of his taut ass, Dave held his breath. His hand stopped momentarily as he felt a hard cock sliding into him. His knees were pushed up against his chest, causing the muscles in his legs to quiver. His lover pulled out, then slammed back into him, moving them both up the bed. His head banged against the headboard as he felt a hand cover his, forcing him to start stroking himself again.

The sensations were too much. Lips brushed across his as the head of his lover's cock hit his prostate and a strangled cry escaped his lips. He had no restraints tethering his arms to the bed, and yet he still did not touch his lover. As much as he wanted to solve the mystery, he was almost afraid he would be disappointed. That thought flew out the window as his lover snapped his hips quickly, the hard cock never leaving him.

He tried to follow the rhythm - short, hard pounding strokes followed by long, slow sliding in and out. His senses were completely overwhelmed now and he felt the skin around his balls tighten. "Please," he asked so quietly. "I need more. I need to cum. I need…you." Dave felt the hitch in his lover's breath before his request was granted. The sound of their flesh slapping against each other drowned out his cries of pleasure.

He could feel it - that soft, slow burn that threatened to break him every time. The base of his neck tingled and it began to spread over his entire body. His belly tightened as he exploded, spraying his belly with sticky white fluid. He heard his lover moan - long, low and throaty - before he felt the same stickiness fill his ass. His chest heaved as his lover collapsed on top of him.

Without thinking, Dave reached up, his hand resting on a broad shoulder. As his lover's softening cock slipped from his body, his hand moved upward, along the line of a well-chorded neck, coming to rest on the soft stubble of a day-long beard. His eyebrows knit together, trying to determine just by touch who it was that had brought him so much pleasure. Instead of stiffening or pulling back, Dave realized his lover was relaxed.

He felt the sigh more than heard it. Slowly he felt the blindfold being untied. He kept his eyes closed as he felt someone settle on his thighs and those same strong hands caressed his stomach. They moved up to his chest, then cupped the sides of his face gently. Soft kisses peppered his eyelids, the tip of his nose, then pressed against his lips. Dave's hands reached up, grabbing the back of his lover's head and pulled him closer, tracing his tongue over those warm lips.

The kiss was gentle at first, the first real kiss they had shared. As the heat increased, hands explored his body in a way they never had before. Pulling back, his lover sighed again. Dave could feel himself being watched, studied. The soft voice whispered to him, "I just hope you aren't disappointed." Dave frowned. "Why would I be? You're…wonderful." His lover laughed softly. "That remains to be seen," he said. "Open your eyes, Dave."

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Dave counted to ten. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open and came to rest on the angel hovering above him. As the corner of his lips raised in a loving smile, the expression on his lover's face matched his own. Dave softly caressed his lover's cheek before pulling him back down for another kiss. When it ended, he opened his eyes one more time, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Their smiles remained as Dave pulled his lover next to him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. "You're not gonna leave, are you?" he asked quietly, his voice full of emotion. The only answer he got was a slight shake of the head. "No reason to now," his lover said, snuggling next to him. "You're stuck with me." Dave chuckled softly, holding him tighter. Looking down at the congealed mess on his stomach, he said, "you ain't kiddin'."

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