"Companion Erotica" from the world of Holmes & Watson, a series from Richard Saw. Amazon.com: Richard Saw: books, biography, latest update
But they did. I’m not sure if it was completely intentional, for we went on lots of dates and did all sorts of things. In the cinema we watched everything from Japanese arthouse films with subtitles to Marvel superhero blockbusters. We went to theatre shows above pubs, garden centres, music festivals... and on one memorable night, the opera. Taylor couldn’t get enough of just doing things together. He tried to pay his way as much as he could, though we made a deal that I would always pay for meals. He never asked for any gift or suggested any event that was expensive. He was always up for a walk around the park or watching a friend play rugby. Out and about he was curious, interested in everything, polite to everyone we met and adoring of his Daddy.
And yet we couldn’t stop ourselves. Every time we met, it ended with sex. Mostly back at my place, very occasionally at his shared flat when no one else was around... but there were also fucks behind bushes, blow jobs in changing rooms and quickies in toilet stalls. We might have started each date with the best intentions, but neither of us could restrain ourselves. In society I was his man, and he was my good lad. But alone, he was my daddy, I was his sexy girl.
I paid for dinner and theatre, and he gave me his load more times than I could imagine. If he stayed the night I would be lucky if I escaped without at least one load in my cunt and another down my throat. Not as if I was complaining. And Taylor continued... whenever he could afford it... to purchase sexy lingerie for me. They weren’t expensive but I loved them none the less, and I always tried to wear them if we were meeting up.
I still couldn’t believe though, that this was going anywhere and so I embraced the fun of it all. But after a couple of months I realised that I was never online anymore, I barely looked at porn, never so much as touched my cock, and no longer thought about a relationship with someone else. Was I... the words couldn’t even form on my lips. It was such a crazy thought.
Taylor had not met any of my friends on purpose and we’d only once bumped into any of his, so it seemed that neither of us was willing to put the relationship under any sort of stress. But people at work kept remarking how happy I was, so I was starting to wonder if I should do some real thinking about the future. But how?
“Geoff!” I waved to get my old friend’s attention as he walked in the restaurant. I’d met Geoff years ago playing gay rugby, and somehow we’d stayed in touch through the years, the boyfriends, and Geoff moving to America.
His huge bulk looked to have got even bigger since he’d moved Stateside, but his grin and chilled persona hadn’t altered one bit. I stood up for a hug, but he stopped, looked me up and down, and said, “What’s got you so fucking cheerful, mate?”
I laughed, we hugged, had some lunch and a few beers... and I told Geoff that I was dating someone.
“Good to hear it bro,” he grinned as he devoured the rest of my burger. “So what’s wrong with him?” I gapped a little before Geoff filled in the space with. “Cause I know you. You would have told me straight up if he was good. So it stands to reason there must be something you’re embarrassed about if it took this long for you to bring it up.”
“That’s insightful,” I mumbled.
Geoff shrugged. “The ex was good at this stuff, and it rubbed off,” he replied. “So… what’s the deal?”
The ex in question had been the love of Geoff’s life but had died of cancer. I remember attending the funeral and to this day was never sure why he referred to Todd Mitchell as an ex, but we all have our strange little habits, I guess.
I hadn’t drunk enough to blurt it all out, but I was beginning to waver. Geoff lived far enough away, he knew few of my other friends... but he was also the biggest, buffest, most self-confident gay man I’d known. It was ... no I couldn’t. “It’s just...” I took a breath. “It’s just a bit embarrassing. Like sexually.. a bit...”
“Did I ever tell you of the time my ex got me to drag up in front of all the rugby club cause he wanted to fuck a drag queen?” Geoff said, just as the waitress appeared with more fries.
“No!” I coughed.
“Man I swear there wasn’t a single fucking kink or fantasy that Todd didn’t want to experience. That boy...” and he grinned at the memory. “Man whatever you wanna tell me, I ain’t gonna tell anyone else. I’ve seen pretty much everything. It’s cool.”
“Seriously?”
“Try me,” he grinned. “If I’m even the least bit shocked, lunch is on me.”
“Ok,” I took another deep breath. “I reckon this could be a free meal. So first things... I’m a big bottom. I’ve basically never topped.”
“Not a shock bro,” Geoff mumbled. “I’ve showered with you, remember? Plus,” he added. “I’ve seen your Instagram pics. You’re still rocking those squats and weren’t you the guy who ripped his chinos at the company picnic?”
“Damn that story never dies,” I cursed.
“So you’re a bottom. Go on.”
“I’ve started dating this young guy. I mean it was sex at first but now I think we’re actually dating...”
“How young?”
“Twenty-two, no wait, twenty-three.”
“How big?”
“Nine inches, “ I gulped. “And thick too.”
“Congratulations,” Geoff said, without a smile even cracking his face. “So what’s the problem?”
“He makes me wear lingerie and in the bedroom I call him Daddy!” I blurted out.
Geoff paused, wiped his lips with the napkin, gave a salacious smirk before replying. “You dirty fucker, I love it. You go girl,” and he reached across to thump me on the arm.
I blushed but felt a wave of relief that I didn’t feel humiliated having admitted it.
“So what’s the real problem?” Geoff demanded.
“I think I like this boy,” I explained. “Like, like him, like him. We’ve been on dates and everything. And it’s all good.”
“But you’re worried about the age gap and the kinky sex thing,” Geoff concluded, “And how could this possibly survive, and what would people say?”
“Well... yeah.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “These relationships can work out. There are no kids involved, you don’t have to fall into some traditional model, you know.”
“Thanks man,” I declared. “You really think so? I mean, you’d say that to someone who wasn’t a friend?”
“Oh god no,” Geoff shook his head. “I’m only saying it to you because you’re a mate. Long distance, age gap, being at different stages in life, one person not working. These things kill relationships.”
“Oh...”
“But maybe something will happen to make it all fit together, “ Geoff casually remarked without knowing how prophetic it would be. “In the meantime why don’t you put those lacy knickers on when you go to work. Give your mind time to embrace if this is who you’re happy to be and see if you really are the sweet bit of arse this boy thinks you are.”
I didn’t really understand what Geoff was on about. It didn’t feel like useful relationship advice. But of course that was the thing that stuck in my head and the next day I deliberately slipped on a pair of those lacy knickers that Taylor had bought me and headed off to work. When he texted me that day, I almost came without touching myself. And I knew that I couldn’t just stop seeing Taylor. If nothing else, I was going to have to see how this played out.
And then the cataclysmic event that would change everything, happened. Or at least it started to. Taylor casually confessed in bed one day that he’d designed an app.
“It’s not something ground-breaking, “ he rapidly explained. “I’m not like every millennial out there, thinking I’m some genius. It’s an app to help insurance brokers. I saw how things were done at work on another project and I thought, I could do better. I think it’s OK. Could you help me with the pitch document and the finance stuff? I just want to give it a good go, do it properly.”
I agreed, I mean who wouldn’t help out a friend? He listened to what I had to say, and we created a good pitch and... I honestly thought nothing more of it. Until the day he called me when I was at work. “You have to come over,” he hissed, sounding like he was in a toilet.
“Why?” I asked. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the toilet in my office,” he hissed. “You have to come and help me. They’ve made me an offer for my app.”
“That’s great,” I said, leaning back in my chair, not really appreciating what was going on.
“No it’s not!” Taylor pleaded. “They made me an offer offer. A real one. For millions. I’m totally out of my depth. You have to come and help me negotiate. “
“I am on my way,” I said as I cancelled meetings in my diary and grabbed my jacket.
It turned out that it was a bigger event than anyone had foreseen. Another company made an offer soon after and I had to quickly hire a lawyer, call in some favours to get some of my banker buddies to come advise, and we holed up in a hotel while dual negotiations continued. We didn’t get back to my flat for several days, but when we finally did, we crashed exhausted into bed.
“You’re rich!” I whispered.
“No, we are,” Taylor replied.
I shook my head. “This is your money. I’m fine.”
“But this is millions!” Taylor protested. “And I wouldn’t have it without you. Let me do something for you. Let me pay off your mortgage.”
I smiled. “You could pay off my mortgage and buy a huge place of your own without even noticing.”
“That’s a great idea,” Taylor grinned. “Let’s go shopping for a place for both of us. And you can move in with me and rent your place out.”
The offer sounded... actually quite sensible. So when we finally awoke, that is what we did. And it’s amazing what real money does. Within days we’d bought a beautiful apartment in Central London, more amazing than I’d ever dreamed of. On addition, my flat was fully paid for, and an agent had it rented out. And we were sitting on the floor in the new apartment, looking around.
“What happens now?” Taylor asked.
“Well I guess we need to furnish this place.”
“But I don’t know what to buy,” Taylor protested. Suddenly an idea seemed to strike him. “You do it. I want my Daddy to do it. I’ll give you a credit card in your name so that no one knows that I’m in paying the bills.”
“No I can’t,” I protested.
Taylor took my hand and rested it on his cock that had grown in his pants as a result of him holding the purse strings. “Come on my pretty princess. You’ll do what Daddy says. And Daddy wants you to go shopping like the princess you are. He’ll give you a big credit card in your name and you’ll shop like a girl with taste and daddy’s money behind her. And I promise, if you do a good job I’m gunna put a baby in you. Now why don’t you take those silly clothes off and come over her and suck me off to show daddy how appreciative you are.”
Taylor met my eyes and slowly pulled his thick cock out of his pants. “Come on sweetie,” he cooed. “Come over here.”
I didn’t wait any longer. I stripped naked and crawled over to Taylor. I needed that cock, so I bent down, swallowing the entire thing. My arse lifted in the air, and I couldn’t help but flex it as I sucked Taylor’s cock.
“Oh I love how slutty you get when you start thinking about my cock in your pussy,” Taylor moaned as I worked hard on it. “I’ve never met a man like you. So masculine, so big... and so in need of a cock in him. I don’t think you even have an arse. I think you have a pussy... a sweet cunt. I think we should stop pretending, don’t you? I think you are a girl. And I think you want to get treated like one. If you don’t, just stop sucking my cock.”
I didn’t. I couldn’t.
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