His Sensual Aide

A Fetish or Two

"Paul is visiting his mother a couple hours away so ... I just thought I would take the chance and see you."

Jayson winked. He was shirtless and leaning back on the sofa. "Glad you stopped by, you still have much to---" He leaned forward and ran his index and middle finger against the light brown stubble that hugged Adam's face. He moved along the jaw and came to rest on his large Adam's apple. "Alright now, clean cut. You are learning. Want you a load on that fur? Keep up with things like this and you will earn a new name. Guess the hubs doesn't like?"

A year ago, just one short year ago, he would have voiced an opinion almost continually until Adam would have shaved it off. But, he hadn’t even seemed to notice and he certainly hadn’t said a word about it.

"He's a topic off limits!" he snapped.

Jayson put his hand in the air. "Trust me I'm fine with that. I want to talk about you anyway."

Adam gave a squint. "What about me?"

"You let it slip about being turned on by smoking, which I can relate to-"

"Yeah?"

Jayson smiled and took great care as he put a cigarette in Adam's mouth. "Oh yeah!"

"And I know what turns you on!"

Jayson shook his head and gave the couch cushion on the other side a smack. "You got a generalized idea, man. Besides, your question the other day was, 'why do you go to the park?' And my answer was married men turned me on. I neither said it was only married men that did it for me nor did I say that it was my only fetish."

Fetish. Oh. That word. The sound of it alone was exciting to Adam. It rang of possibilities.

"You know, special things that really gets you going, like you can't even sit still to think about it. Even a clean cut should have more than just one fetish. Like, I'll give an example." Jayson came up a little. "I like taking authority over a guy. But especially if it's a guy just a little older or a little bigger, and especially one who looks tougher. I love having complete and absolute control over him."

Adam definitely had no intention of mentioning the excitement that came to him from having been sucked in public by Jayson at the first encounter. How that risk had taken him to a level of euphoric pleasure he'd never been to. No, that was his guarded secret for now. He wasn't sure why. He couldn't trust this guy yet. With something he didn't understand especially.

He thought for a moment. Of course there were other things. Plenty of fantasies that had been applied. That was required for the sex life he had with Paul, as limited as it was. One thing stood out especially. "Guys wearing leather jackets really catch my attention."

"Oh yeah?"

Adam gave a nod. "I have always thought it would be like the sexiest thing ever to have sex with a guy while he had one on and nothing else."

"I have several leather jackets back there in the bedroom closet," Adam spoke in a low voice.

"Sure," Adam laughed and rolled his eyes.

Jayson thumped his leg. "I do, clean cut. And maybe when you have earned it I'll let you see me wear one. Or even better I'll model each and let you decide which one looks better on me."

Adam moved closer to Jayson. His eyes fell thin as he stared a moment, studying Jayson and the manly face that was more rugged and handsome than Paul's. "And to earn it?" he asked as Jayson's right eyebrow arched.

"Well now, look at you trying to earn your wings. Slow down, clean cut, you haven’t even been fucked yet."

Adam kept his eyes firmly planted on Jayson and watched as he lit a cigarette and exhaled the first cloud of smoke. "It wasn't for lack of willingness on my part. As I recall you had total access to it last week. Then you started riding me."