CLE boy Gives Me a Wet Ride.
It was a warm summer day. I was on my way to the VW dealer to have this bullshit protective coating put on my new car. The drive to the dealer was about a 30 minute trip. I would drop my car off and the dealer would give me a loaner car. From there I would drive all the way back to the city for work. On my way to the dealer, CLE boy text messaged to ask if he could speak with me for a few minutes. I granted his request, and gave him a call. CLE boy sounded submissive and respectful, as he normally does. He spoke of worshipping my hole, eating my turds, licking my entire body, drinking my piss. Standard stuff for him. And of course, I enjoy those ideas, not to mention the real thing. Before I arrived at the dealer, CLE boy brought up the topic of him being pozzed. CLE boy had a way of approaching this that is unique in my experience.
As I drove CLE boy simply said to me, “It is going to happen, isn’t it?” The implications of that question were deep and not lost on me. he was telling me that it was up to me to decide. he was telling me that he wanted to submit to me, surrender to me, and let me decide his fate. In spite of the fact that he put the topic on the table in the first place, I found myself responding. In this case I responded with a rock solid boner. I was not too far from the car dealer at that point, which was far from opportune timing. But then, there’s no shame in showing some firmness in my pants in public. We’re men, dammit. This is what we do, this is what we are. As much as I live in my head, I also live in my cock. I won’t deny that I, like most men, am sometimes cock led. The operative phrase that comes to mind is “by any means necessary.” Men want to, no have to, get off. Men have given up families, relationships, even freedom, to get off. A man’s cock will make him do a lot of things, in spite of what his head may tell him. And when the head and the cock are in synch, well, then it is inevitable.
I arrived at the car dealer with wood in my khakis. I told CLE boy I had to take care of some business at the dealer, get the loaner car, but that I would call him back for my drive to the office. That was going to be a good 45 to 60 minutes. That would be more than enough time to continue the conversation with CLE boy. Note that I didn’t say “finish” the conversation. In a sense, that conversation will be ongoing, indefinitely.
With my ass planted firmly in the driver’s seat of the loaner car, I called CLE boy back. he remained naked and on the floor while I was at the dealer, and he remained so for the duration of our conversation. CLE boy is always naked and on the floor when I talk to him on the phone, which is completely appropriate. he is a submissive bitch of a boy whose purpose here is to serve and please me, as well as other superior men. he’s low, and is born to be kept low, where he belongs. When I called he answered with his standard, “Hello, Sir.” And then he asked again, “It’s going to happen, isn’t it? I’m going to become poz.” If the boy was trying to get my attention, it definitely worked. I mentioned in my previous post about CLE boy that he is very bright. He is an educated professional and he has a career, which he takes very seriously. I admire this about him. I like goal-oriented, smart, educated boys (and men). CLE boy definitely lives in his head, which is a huge turn on for me. I cannot connect on a deep level with anyone who doesn’t have the right head.
As this conversation continued, I pondered what this boy was asking me. I speculated about his seriousness. I considered the implications of his query. I was not sure he had any intention of actually doing the thing of which he spoke, or more accurately, letting me do it to him. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to do it, if he were serious. But there was one thing that I was sure of: I had a raging hardon. Again. It’s dark and perverse to get hard at the mere discussion of inflicting an incurable disease on a willing, submissive inferior man. It’s twisted to think of the virus as a permanent, inescapable collar that will keep a boy bound for life. It’s just wrong. But could it be that it is so wrong, it’s right? I said that about scat, and maintain that scat is so wrong, it’s right. Could this form of domination be like that?
As mentioned in the previous CLE boy post, prior to my conversations with him, I hadn’t contemplated this or discussed the idea with anyone at this level. But there I was, hard as a rock as I drove east on the Eisenhower Expressway toward the Loop. There were pauses in my conversation with CLE boy, during which I processed what we were discussing. This was a brave new world for me, and it evoked deep feelings in me, and posed more questions than it answered. But that is not all it evoked. As I passed the Harlem Avenue exit on the Ike, I noted that a wet spot had developed on my khakis. My precum had leaked through a pair of gray cotton boxer briefs and then through the fabric of my pants. CLE boy had not only gotten my attention, he had made my precum soak through my pants. I would be at work in less than 15 minutes and I had a wet spot on my khakis.
If my CLE boy posts interest you, stay tuned. There will be more coming. I have three years of history with CLE boy. I have more to say about him. Trust me.
That’s fuckin’ hot, man, I’m boned waiting for more of the story.
Please continue. I like the erotic moral dilemma.