Short Stories

Fantasy 2

I leaned against my counter in my kitchen. I sighed pushing my hair away from my face. I was conflicted with the whole idea of Scully being into such hardcore sex play. I mean when he showed me his playroom I almost shut down. I didn't know what to think of any of it let alone be excited by it. 

I couldn't find the words to say anything so we just walked back to his bedroom and left it at that. We didn't even have sex because I was so shocked.

I grabbed my phone from the counter and pressed his contact. His name in my phone was 'My Sculpt' with hearts by it, his picture was of his face scrunched up in my hand.

"Hello." He answered in a gruff voice.

"I'm sorry, were you sleeping?" I asked.

"Not really, no. Why are you still up?" I looked down at my phone seeing it was almost two in the morning.

"Hard to sleep without you." I said. He went quiet. "What's wrong?"

"I feel bad for earlier." He whispered.

"Why, there's nothing to feel bad about Scully."

"I just sprung that in you though. I should've eased you in not just drop this huge bomb on you. It was wrong and I feel like the night ended bad because of it." I could hear the worry and hurt in his voice.

"The night didn't end bad baby, I just needed time to wrap my head around it. Don't feel that way because of your interest. It's not a you problem it's a me problem." I said. "Besides I don't think I was that turned off by the idea."

"You weren't?" He asked.

"Not entirely. I mean, hav-have you done that before with other guys?" I don't know why I ask knowing how jealous I tend to be.

"No, it's just been a fantasy for years. I designed the room a while ago hoping I would find the perfect partner. I didn't find it, well, not in that sense. You're perfect in every way except you didn't know what I like."

"Are you sure about all that then if you never tried?" I was unsure of so much, especially when it comes to all that.

"Yes, I've been fantasizing about getting tied up and spanked for a while. Recently I've been masterbating to the thought of you choking me while my arms are held down." He said. I'll admit I'm getting hard hearing him describe his fantasies.

"I'm not entirely opposed to that." I mumbled. He laughed loudly.

"Maybe I can send you some stuff to review and we'll go from there. I'm not trying to over stimulate you and this is a process." He said. "And the sex we have now is amazing. I'm not complaining."

"Honestly that's what worried me. Discovering this about you made me think that maybe I'm not satisfying you enough. I know I'm not as well versed in sexual things as you are, especially when it comes to men." I said softly.

"No Dare, you're great. I mean I've had the best sex of my life with you. Remember that time we took that private jet. The turbulence wasn't the only thing making the jet shake." I blushed bright red remembering that time.

Honestly, Scully has always known he was gay so he's had more experiences with men. Enough to know his preferences better than me. He's a switch who prefers to bottom and he's good at it. He knows how to clean himself, how to do a bunch of tricks, and his head is more than perfect, it's next level. Me on the other hand, just discovered I also like men a few years ago. I've had maybe three encounters with men and one of them is Scully. I don't think I'm as well versed in the world of gay sex like him and it worries me.

I've been told by ex girlfriends that the only good thing about dating me was the sex. I know I can be shy, and I hate public displays of affection, and honestly I have an odd closed off personality. With Sullivan though I've been different. It's hard not to when you have someone seducing you all the time and forcing you to be a better person. He's been a big factor in my change as a human.