16 So Is This…With a Man?
"What are you doing? Stop it..." David groaned but he himself didn't understand why his voice didn't express a firmer objection.
"Why?" Meiden muttered in his ear. "After all, you read the passage with such interest. I saw you blush. I saw you recoil in surprise, and then come back to read on. Did you really not feel like trying it? I don't believe..."
"But that doesn't mean that I... Oh!" Meiden's hand pressed harder stroking and caressing him, and David would have been a hypocrite if he had continued trying to deny it. His traitorous body was reacting to a man's touch!
David did not understand what was just happening. He bit his lower lip.
"Mr. Meiden, I..."
He wanted to apologize, he wanted to ask Meiden to stop, because if he didn't stop something strange might happen to David's body, something insanely embarrassing, but his throat for some reason was clenched and somewhere in the back of his head the shameless thought was palpitating that maybe he should try....
"Be a man and accept the consequences of your act," Meiden said maliciously and his hand undid the waistband of David's pants. "With your sweaty, beautiful body you have awakened desires in a man, now be a obedient gardener in the embrace of your breadwinner..."
David trembled. Just like the fantasy of the hero of this book! An aristocrat fascinated by the gardener's body, longing to slip his hand into the gardener's pants and caress him....
The words from the screen suddenly became reality as Meiden's hand touched David's penis and began to move over it bestowing caresses on him....
"Mr. Meiden..." David moaned quietly with the last of his will fighting for his dignity. "I don't want..."
"Don't lie. Your body is hot. Your penis is getting hard. If you don't want it, why are you excited? And why don't you run…?"
"Well because... Well because..." he couldn't find an argument. He didn't want to, because he wasn't interested in guys. He didn't want to, because guys were hitting on him by taking him for a girl and treating him like a girl. He didn't want to be treated like a woman. He wanted to be a guy. "I'm not a woman!"
"Of course you're not a woman," snorted Meiden in his ear. He gave the impression of being amused by his comment. "If you were a woman, I wouldn't be able to caress your fast hardening, punchy manhood, would I? If you were a woman, you wouldn't inspire a gay fantasy, would you?"
Great, he thought in despair, so now I'm an object of gay fantasy and desire! But I'm not gay! Just that... But… it's not good, thought David feeling his member caressed by the Norwegian's hand harden and grow. The stupid penis had no idea that it shouldn't get excited when a man caresses it. Traitor!
"If you don't stop..." he moaned one last time trying to wrestle for his dignity.
"Then what? You will run?" asked Meiden calculatingly and David gave up. He felt that if the Norwegian moved his hand a few more times, he would lose the remnants of his dignity and come under the man's touch. Stop, he asked, but only in his mind, since he had already reached the state where he wanted to come.
His lower abdomen was suddenly overwhelmed by a spasm his body spat out the accumulated viscous liquid.
And Meiden only stopped when no more droplets escaped from inside David.
***
David was breathing heavily. Freed from the Norwegian's grasp, he almost inertly settled to his knees. He felt exhausted, damn ashamed, but at the same time it felt very pleasant.
I didn't run away, he thought and trembled. I could have escaped, I should have escaped, but I stayed.
"Sometimes reality surpasses imagination," he heard behind him, but he didn't dare turn around and look into Meiden's face. "I guess you wanted to get home in time for the rain?"
"Yes," he admitted quietly, struggling to say the word. His breathing was heavy and his throat painfully dry. He slowly rose from his knees without daring to raise his eyes. Outside, a thump sounded off.
"Remember, if you read someone else's papers again, you will meet a similar fate," the Norwegian announced, but although the words sounded like a threat, their tone was more suggestive of a promise.
David didn't know how to act. After what Meiden had done to him, his body was as if in pieces and his mind was scattered even more. David had never been with any girl before and, what's more, with a guy, so this was his first time - not at all romantic, not at all with someone he loves, not at all planned and, on top of that, with a person who now acted as if what had just happened didn't matter at all. Because maybe it didn't, for Meiden, but for David....
Feeling that in a moment his cheeks would burn with living fire David ran out of the palace, got on his bicycle and rushed home as fast as he could.
The rain poured as he rode into the yard.
His mother was at work. He didn't meet his father on the way as he rushed upstairs to the bathroom. That's a good thing. If they saw him now they would probably be concerned that he was so red. If they asked about something, he would have to lie to them and he didn't want that. And there was no way he was going to admit what had happened at the palace.
Just what actually happened there?
Two minutes in the rain was enough for him to get soaked, so he pulled off his wet clothes with horror, looking at the white traces of his cum visible on his shorts and pants. At this sight he was overwhelmed with such shame that he almost vomited. Huge, terrifying shame that he had allowed his body to experience fulfillment at the hands of a man who, in addition, meant nothing to him. After all, he loves Berenice and wanted his first love experience to be with her!
Oh, Berenice!
Quickly, trembling with shame, he threw his pants and briefs into the sink and poured water over them. He must get rid of these marks as soon as possible, this clear evidence of how shameless he is. If his mother saw them... But wet pants, even underwear, will not surprise anyone in this weather. After all, it was pouring like hell. As if to confirm the thunder tore the sky.
David quickly brought his clothes and himself to order and hid in his room. He couldn't believe that he had come under a man's hand and that he had done it so quickly and easily!
No less than the reaction of his body, he was surprised by Meiden himself. He would never have said in his life that this guy had such tastes. Admittedly, he didn't know much about him, but he had seen a few gay men on TV and the Norwegian gave a completely different impression from them. The ones over there were... like colorful birds, maybe because he had seen them on videos from some rainbow parade. They were also still bearded, muscular, in leather uniforms that looked like something intermediate between a biker's clothes and a policeman's uniform. David trembled at the mere mention of them. Meiden was completely different. Normal. Or almost normal. Nicely dressed, smelling nice, with soft hands... but that's what a high-end guy should look like. So what did real gay men look like?
David still couldn't believe that Meiden just put his hand in his pants like that, that he put his fingers around his penis and did THAT to him. He trembled, so he lay down and pulled the thin quilt over his head. Did he just give himself a handy job by a gay man? Does this mean that he himself was also....
Unless the Norwegian was not gay. What he did to him in the study (David shuddered without knowing exactly why) was actually a punishment for David, and there was no indication that the host derived any pleasure from it. However, if he didn't derive it, he wouldn't have done it and certainly wouldn't have sounded so... how to even describe it? He sounded like he was... pleased? Well, unless he was enjoying the fact that he had oppressed David, that he had humiliated him by the fact that he had given in so easily to the man's inflicted caress.
The situation was bizarre and David had no idea what to make of it. The rain drummed against the windowpanes, lightning shot outside the window. The storm was violent and made him feel strangely stimulated despite his fatigue. He felt as if every cell in his body was trembling. From the hand of a man or not, but he had just experienced an orgasm from the caress of another person. His first time... David's mind couldn't quite grasp that it had happened so suddenly, so quickly and so unexpectedly.
What had happened not more than half an hour ago had somehow become unreal. He knew that his body had gotten rid of the accumulated sperm. The battered penis hurt a little. He even had the feeling that he could still feel Meiden's strong arm on him, but the whole situation was so bizarre, so unreal, so surreal, that the more minutes passed, the more it entered between fairy tales. When, after some time, he decided to go down to the kitchen and look in the refrigerator David was actually already convinced that he had only imagined the whole thing.
