Chapter 10
"Jazz," Xavier said.
"Hmm?" the man currently straddling his lap and trying to eat his ear murmured.
A long-suffering sigh. Strong hands pushed him gently away. "Stop, Jazz," Xavier commanded.
Jazz sat back and folded his arms over his chest, pouting. "Come on, Xavier," he whined. "I NEED it!"
"I know you do, Jazz," Xavier replied. "But you only have half a week left to go. You can do it, Jazz."
"No, I can't!" Jazz cried in agitation, pushing himself up from Xavier's lap and prowling around his office like a caged tiger.
"Look, Jazz, this is important," Xavier said sternly. "I have to travel for business at least three times a year. I won't always be able to take you with me. I want...no, I NEED to know that you can go without sex for weeks on end without running out to find somebody else to shuck your corn. I've already made it clear why this is so important to me."
Jazz growled softly. "This isn't fair," he sniffed. "I need sex!"
Xavier considered him thoughtfully. "Masturbation isn't enough for you," he said slowly.
"No!" Jazz replied, running his hands through his hair.
"Have you ever thought about sex toys?"
His words made Jazz come to a halt. "Sex toys?" he repeated.
Xavier's brows lifted. "I forget sometimes that you were once a naive boy from Nebraska," he mused. "Yes, sex toys. Sure, they're not quite as good as the real thing. But they can be much, MUCH better than jerking off - and they might be enough to get you through a few weeks without any real sex."
Jazz blinked. He'd never even considered sex toys before this, not when he was getting the real thing constantly. "Where would I go...?" he began.
Xavier rose to his feet. "We'll leave early today and I'll take you to a place I know. A sex shop that carries almost everything. It'll be nice to have a good selection anyway - sex play can be very kinky."
Jazz was distracted by his words, images running through his head. "How kinky?" he asked hopefully as Xavier took his arm.
A low, sexy laugh. "Verry kinky, Jazz," he murmured.
The shop that Xavier took him to was dimly-lit and rather narrow, and the entire place was stuffed practically to the rafters with racks and shelves full of dirty books, dildoes, vibrators, condoms, lubes and oils, bondage gear, scented candles, etc. Jazz gawked, craning his neck to stare around himself as Xavier led him into the shop. "We'll start here," he commented, leading the way to a rack of fake penises of all kinds.
"Wow," Jazz said, staring at them. They came in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Some vibrated, others didn't.
Xavier considered them thoughtfully. Then he reached out for one that was a lime-green color, and made Jazz catch his breath a little when he saw how big it was. "This one will do," Xavier said. "It's even a vibrator."
Jazz's mouth opened, but no sound came forth. Seeing his expression, a wicked smile slid over Xavier's mouth. "It's just about the right size, you see," he said softly, his eyes agleam with an evil light.
Jazz gasped, his whole body flushing. "The right size?" he said weakly, unable to take his eyes off the lime-green silicon dick that Xavier was holding in his hand.
"That's right," Xavier replied.
Oh, God. Jazz's legs felt suddenly weak. He was going to melt into a puddle right here and now in this dark little sex shop...
A chuckle. "I'm sure that you'll do your best to get through the rest of the week, Jazz," Xavier said wickedly. "Won't you?"
He nodded mutely, still unable to speak properly. Xavier tossed the fake penis into the hand basket he'd collected near the register, then moved on to select other sex toys with Jazz trailing along after him. He picked out a thin dildo with a narrow, spatulated tip, which he told Jazz was a prostate stimulator. He also picked up a string of large beads, which baffled Jazz to no end. "What are those?" he asked curiously.
"Anal beads," Xavier explained.
'How do they work?" Jazz asked, reaching to take them from him.
"I'll be happy to show you later on," Xavier rumbled, making Jazz take in a sharp breath as visions of demonstrations danced in his head. Xavier took the beads from his suddenly slack hands and tossed them in the basket.
They picked out a selection of lubes, from edible to waterproof, and several bottles of scented massage oils. Also, packages of condoms, a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, a large feather, a package of vanilla-scented candles, and a small set of buckles and leather straps that confused Jazz. "What is it?" he said, taking it from Xavier's hands to turn it over in his own.
"Cock ring," Xavier replied.
"Cock ring? Oh, I think I've seen these in porn movies," Jazz said with interest. "Why do guys wear them?"
"To prevent themselves from coming too quickly. Sometimes when wearing one, you can put off coming for hours. Would you like that, Jazz?" he asked in his ear.
Jazz shuddered. "You-you're terrible," he hissed.
Xavier laughed and took his elbow. "Come on, precious. Let's pay for this stuff," he led Jazz toward the register, since his body wasn't really working that well at the moment.
Xavier took him to his front door, carrying the plain cardboard box that the clerk had discreetly packed the sex toys in. He handed this to Jazz once they'd reached his door. Then he leaned over and kissed Jazz slowly, thoroughly, devastatingly. His tongue invaded Jazz's mouth, making him moan. "That's to give you something to fantasize about tonight when you try this stuff out," he told Jazz when he finally pulled away. "If you like, you can call me when you do. I'll talk dirty to you while you fuck yourself with that fake cock," his fingers skimmed Jazz's chin, as he shivered helplessly at Xavier's words. "Just remember, Jazz. Only a few more days, and you'll get the real thing. Call me later." he walked away, leaving Jazz standing there holding the box of sex toys while he tried to bring himself back under control yet again.
Jazz sat on his bed naked, his skin still slightly damp from his shower, and considered the pile of sex toys and accessories. He reached out and picked up the vibrator that Xavier had said was 'just the right size', making a low sound as he remembered those words. His fingers caressed the soft yet hard surface. Had Xavier been telling the truth? Was his cock really...? Why would he lie? After all, he'd know soon enough if Xavier was right or not...Jesus. While it wasn't porn star huge, it was still thick, solid, and fairly long. He found himself drooling over even the thought of touching the real thing. Would this fake approximation do? Or would it only make him even more hungry for the real one?
He draped himself on top of his bed and reached for two things - his cell phone, and a bottle of lube. Spreading his legs, he slicked up two fingers and shoved them inside of himself. He moaned, his head rolling back on the pillow, at the feel. Fingering himself in a leisurely manner, he used his free hand to push the button and call Xavier's phone. It rang on the other end, then that deep voice spoke in his ear: "Jazz?"
"Mmm, hmm," he murmured.
"What are you doing, you dirty boy?" Xavier growled.
"Shoving two fingers up my ass," he gasped, arching his back a little.
"Oh? Are you getting yourself ready for something?" Xavier asked huskily.
"Yeah. Oh, God. Feels so good. I'm going to...put that vibrator inside of me soon," Jazz told him, moaning.
"You’d better be really prepared, then, if you're going to take something so big," Xavier said in a growly voice that made him shudder.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" he cried in ecstasy, shoving his fingers deeper and twisting them inside of himself.
'You're such a slut, Jazz. You need cock, don't you?" Xavier growled.
"Yes! I need YOUR cock, Xavier!" he wailed, riding his fingers.
"You'll get it soon enough, Jazz. I'll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week."
"Shit!' he screamed, feeling like he might come just from those words and the feel of his fingers inside of himself.
"Take your fingers out and shove that cock up your ass like you want to, Jazz," Xavier commanded him. "Let me hear that."
He panted and gasped, pulling his fingers loose and reaching for the big fake penis. He had to use his shoulder and head to keep the phone in place as he used both hands to slide a condom on it, then slick it up with plenty of lube. "I'm going to put it in now, Xavier," he moaned into the phone.
"Yes. Do it. Push it in hard and deep, Jazz. Scream for me," Xavier told him harshly.
"Fuck!!" he wailed as he shoved the fake penis deep into his body in one push. He didn't care how much it hurt; he wanted the pain and the pleasure both. Oh, God, he was so full!
"Is it in?" Xavier asked him silkily.
"All in," he gasped, his body trembling.
"Good. Now turn on the vibrator. Do it, Jazz."
Entranced, far gone, he did as he was told. Reaching down, he turned on the base of the vibrator. A soft buzzing sound filled his bedroom as it began to move within him. "Shit!" he cried, arching and writhing. "God!"
"Does it feel good, Jazz?" Xavier asked him.
"Yes, yes, yes!" he cried, not caring that his neighbors could probably hear him.
"Maybe you should touch yourself," Xavier said into his ear. "Stroke your cock, Jazz, it needs attention."
Fuck! He reached down to blindly grab himself, his hands still slick with the lube. He moaned, he cried out, he thrust his hips up as the vibrator inside of him drove him mad...it was all too much sensation! "Imagine that it's me, Jazz," Xavier's voice had gone low, even deeper, full of sensual darkness. "I'm inside of you. Fucking you. Taking you. Does it feel good? Do you like it?"
"Ah, fuck, yes! I love it!" he wailed, his fingers tightening on his cock. He was going to come, come so hard, with Xavier's voice in his ear and that vibrator inside if him driving him insane!
"I can hear that you're going to come, Jazz," Xavier remarked. "Let me hear that. Come for me, Jazz."
He did. he shrieked and came, his body jerking as semen burst out of his cock in a fountain. It rained over his belly and fingers as he choked out a cry, lost in the intense pleasure. And the vibrator just kept pushing it out of him, he was going to die from it...
He fell back against the bed, limp, spent, done. His fingers had finally found the vibrator and turned it off. Jazz lay there, half-dead, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Finally his ears registered the tinny sound of Xavier's voice not far away, and he fumbled helplessly for his phone with fingers that felt like spaghetti noodles. "Are you all right, Jazz?" he was asking in concern.
"Yeah," he croaked. "I'm...okay. Shit, that was intense."
"I'm glad you liked it," Xavier remarked. "Better than masturbation, yes?"
"Yes," he agreed feebly.
"Good. From now on, every night until your week is over you can call me and we'll do this again. I think that'll be enough to keep you from going crazy."
"Damn right," Jazz muttered. "But what about you? I mean, listening to that...Are you going to be okay?"
"Thanks for your concern, but that was the most erotic thing I've ever heard. I'm going to have to go and change my pants in a minute," Xavier told him. Imagining Xavier jerking off while listening to him come made Jazz groan. What a sexy image! A deep chuckle sounded over the phone. "Goodnight, Jazz. Sleep tight." and he hung up.
Jazz dropped the phone on the bed and simply lay there for a moment, recovering. He couldn't wait for the real thing, despite how sexy that had just been. Because if having Xavier talk dirty to him over the phone was that sexy, he could just imagine how mind-blowingly sexy having the real thing fucking him would be...
A/N: What could be in the next chapter, I wonder...Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm... >>-DL
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"Jazz," Xavier said.
"Hmm?" the man currently straddling his lap and trying to eat his ear murmured.
A long-suffering sigh. Strong hands pushed him gently away. "Stop, Jazz," Xavier commanded.
Jazz sat back and folded his arms over his chest, pouting. "Come on, Xavier," he whined. "I NEED it!"
"I know you do, Jazz," Xavier replied. "But you only have half a week left to go. You can do it, Jazz."
"No, I can't!" Jazz cried in agitation, pushing himself up from Xavier's lap and prowling around his office like a caged tiger.
"Look, Jazz, this is important," Xavier said sternly. "I have to travel for business at least three times a year. I won't always be able to take you with me. I want...no, I NEED to know that you can go without sex for weeks on end without running out to find somebody else to shuck your corn. I've already made it clear why this is so important to me."
Jazz growled softly. "This isn't fair," he sniffed. "I need sex!"
Xavier considered him thoughtfully. "Masturbation isn't enough for you," he said slowly.
"No!" Jazz replied, running his hands through his hair.
"Have you ever thought about sex toys?"
His words made Jazz come to a halt. "Sex toys?" he repeated.
Xavier's brows lifted. "I forget sometimes that you were once a naive boy from Nebraska," he mused. "Yes, sex toys. Sure, they're not quite as good as the real thing. But they can be much, MUCH better than jerking off - and they might be enough to get you through a few weeks without any real sex."
Jazz blinked. He'd never even considered sex toys before this, not when he was getting the real thing constantly. "Where would I go...?" he began.
Xavier rose to his feet. "We'll leave early today and I'll take you to a place I know. A sex shop that carries almost everything. It'll be nice to have a good selection anyway - sex play can be very kinky."
Jazz was distracted by his words, images running through his head. "How kinky?" he asked hopefully as Xavier took his arm.
A low, sexy laugh. "Verry kinky, Jazz," he murmured.
The shop that Xavier took him to was dimly-lit and rather narrow, and the entire place was stuffed practically to the rafters with racks and shelves full of dirty books, dildoes, vibrators, condoms, lubes and oils, bondage gear, scented candles, etc. Jazz gawked, craning his neck to stare around himself as Xavier led him into the shop. "We'll start here," he commented, leading the way to a rack of fake penises of all kinds.
"Wow," Jazz said, staring at them. They came in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Some vibrated, others didn't.
Xavier considered them thoughtfully. Then he reached out for one that was a lime-green color, and made Jazz catch his breath a little when he saw how big it was. "This one will do," Xavier said. "It's even a vibrator."
Jazz's mouth opened, but no sound came forth. Seeing his expression, a wicked smile slid over Xavier's mouth. "It's just about the right size, you see," he said softly, his eyes agleam with an evil light.
Jazz gasped, his whole body flushing. "The right size?" he said weakly, unable to take his eyes off the lime-green silicon dick that Xavier was holding in his hand.
"That's right," Xavier replied.
Oh, God. Jazz's legs felt suddenly weak. He was going to melt into a puddle right here and now in this dark little sex shop...
A chuckle. "I'm sure that you'll do your best to get through the rest of the week, Jazz," Xavier said wickedly. "Won't you?"
He nodded mutely, still unable to speak properly. Xavier tossed the fake penis into the hand basket he'd collected near the register, then moved on to select other sex toys with Jazz trailing along after him. He picked out a thin dildo with a narrow, spatulated tip, which he told Jazz was a prostate stimulator. He also picked up a string of large beads, which baffled Jazz to no end. "What are those?" he asked curiously.
"Anal beads," Xavier explained.
'How do they work?" Jazz asked, reaching to take them from him.
"I'll be happy to show you later on," Xavier rumbled, making Jazz take in a sharp breath as visions of demonstrations danced in his head. Xavier took the beads from his suddenly slack hands and tossed them in the basket.
They picked out a selection of lubes, from edible to waterproof, and several bottles of scented massage oils. Also, packages of condoms, a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, a large feather, a package of vanilla-scented candles, and a small set of buckles and leather straps that confused Jazz. "What is it?" he said, taking it from Xavier's hands to turn it over in his own.
"Cock ring," Xavier replied.
"Cock ring? Oh, I think I've seen these in porn movies," Jazz said with interest. "Why do guys wear them?"
"To prevent themselves from coming too quickly. Sometimes when wearing one, you can put off coming for hours. Would you like that, Jazz?" he asked in his ear.
Jazz shuddered. "You-you're terrible," he hissed.
Xavier laughed and took his elbow. "Come on, precious. Let's pay for this stuff," he led Jazz toward the register, since his body wasn't really working that well at the moment.
Xavier took him to his front door, carrying the plain cardboard box that the clerk had discreetly packed the sex toys in. He handed this to Jazz once they'd reached his door. Then he leaned over and kissed Jazz slowly, thoroughly, devastatingly. His tongue invaded Jazz's mouth, making him moan. "That's to give you something to fantasize about tonight when you try this stuff out," he told Jazz when he finally pulled away. "If you like, you can call me when you do. I'll talk dirty to you while you fuck yourself with that fake cock," his fingers skimmed Jazz's chin, as he shivered helplessly at Xavier's words. "Just remember, Jazz. Only a few more days, and you'll get the real thing. Call me later." he walked away, leaving Jazz standing there holding the box of sex toys while he tried to bring himself back under control yet again.
Jazz sat on his bed naked, his skin still slightly damp from his shower, and considered the pile of sex toys and accessories. He reached out and picked up the vibrator that Xavier had said was 'just the right size', making a low sound as he remembered those words. His fingers caressed the soft yet hard surface. Had Xavier been telling the truth? Was his cock really...? Why would he lie? After all, he'd know soon enough if Xavier was right or not...Jesus. While it wasn't porn star huge, it was still thick, solid, and fairly long. He found himself drooling over even the thought of touching the real thing. Would this fake approximation do? Or would it only make him even more hungry for the real one?
He draped himself on top of his bed and reached for two things - his cell phone, and a bottle of lube. Spreading his legs, he slicked up two fingers and shoved them inside of himself. He moaned, his head rolling back on the pillow, at the feel. Fingering himself in a leisurely manner, he used his free hand to push the button and call Xavier's phone. It rang on the other end, then that deep voice spoke in his ear: "Jazz?"
"Mmm, hmm," he murmured.
"What are you doing, you dirty boy?" Xavier growled.
"Shoving two fingers up my ass," he gasped, arching his back a little.
"Oh? Are you getting yourself ready for something?" Xavier asked huskily.
"Yeah. Oh, God. Feels so good. I'm going to...put that vibrator inside of me soon," Jazz told him, moaning.
"You’d better be really prepared, then, if you're going to take something so big," Xavier said in a growly voice that made him shudder.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" he cried in ecstasy, shoving his fingers deeper and twisting them inside of himself.
'You're such a slut, Jazz. You need cock, don't you?" Xavier growled.
"Yes! I need YOUR cock, Xavier!" he wailed, riding his fingers.
"You'll get it soon enough, Jazz. I'll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week."
"Shit!' he screamed, feeling like he might come just from those words and the feel of his fingers inside of himself.
"Take your fingers out and shove that cock up your ass like you want to, Jazz," Xavier commanded him. "Let me hear that."
He panted and gasped, pulling his fingers loose and reaching for the big fake penis. He had to use his shoulder and head to keep the phone in place as he used both hands to slide a condom on it, then slick it up with plenty of lube. "I'm going to put it in now, Xavier," he moaned into the phone.
"Yes. Do it. Push it in hard and deep, Jazz. Scream for me," Xavier told him harshly.
"Fuck!!" he wailed as he shoved the fake penis deep into his body in one push. He didn't care how much it hurt; he wanted the pain and the pleasure both. Oh, God, he was so full!
"Is it in?" Xavier asked him silkily.
"All in," he gasped, his body trembling.
"Good. Now turn on the vibrator. Do it, Jazz."
Entranced, far gone, he did as he was told. Reaching down, he turned on the base of the vibrator. A soft buzzing sound filled his bedroom as it began to move within him. "Shit!" he cried, arching and writhing. "God!"
"Does it feel good, Jazz?" Xavier asked him.
"Yes, yes, yes!" he cried, not caring that his neighbors could probably hear him.
"Maybe you should touch yourself," Xavier said into his ear. "Stroke your cock, Jazz, it needs attention."
Fuck! He reached down to blindly grab himself, his hands still slick with the lube. He moaned, he cried out, he thrust his hips up as the vibrator inside of him drove him mad...it was all too much sensation! "Imagine that it's me, Jazz," Xavier's voice had gone low, even deeper, full of sensual darkness. "I'm inside of you. Fucking you. Taking you. Does it feel good? Do you like it?"
"Ah, fuck, yes! I love it!" he wailed, his fingers tightening on his cock. He was going to come, come so hard, with Xavier's voice in his ear and that vibrator inside if him driving him insane!
"I can hear that you're going to come, Jazz," Xavier remarked. "Let me hear that. Come for me, Jazz."
He did. he shrieked and came, his body jerking as semen burst out of his cock in a fountain. It rained over his belly and fingers as he choked out a cry, lost in the intense pleasure. And the vibrator just kept pushing it out of him, he was going to die from it...
He fell back against the bed, limp, spent, done. His fingers had finally found the vibrator and turned it off. Jazz lay there, half-dead, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Finally his ears registered the tinny sound of Xavier's voice not far away, and he fumbled helplessly for his phone with fingers that felt like spaghetti noodles. "Are you all right, Jazz?" he was asking in concern.
"Yeah," he croaked. "I'm...okay. Shit, that was intense."
"I'm glad you liked it," Xavier remarked. "Better than masturbation, yes?"
"Yes," he agreed feebly.
"Good. From now on, every night until your week is over you can call me and we'll do this again. I think that'll be enough to keep you from going crazy."
"Damn right," Jazz muttered. "But what about you? I mean, listening to that...Are you going to be okay?"
"Thanks for your concern, but that was the most erotic thing I've ever heard. I'm going to have to go and change my pants in a minute," Xavier told him. Imagining Xavier jerking off while listening to him come made Jazz groan. What a sexy image! A deep chuckle sounded over the phone. "Goodnight, Jazz. Sleep tight." and he hung up.
Jazz dropped the phone on the bed and simply lay there for a moment, recovering. He couldn't wait for the real thing, despite how sexy that had just been. Because if having Xavier talk dirty to him over the phone was that sexy, he could just imagine how mind-blowingly sexy having the real thing fucking him would be...
A/N: What could be in the next chapter, I wonder...Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm... >>-DL
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