Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

Was already addicted to the rush, in fact. The only thing that would make it better was if he could feel Sommer’s semen trickling out of his ass.
Sommer draped himself over Dean’s back with a contented sigh. “Wow.”
Dean reached a hand back to tangle in Sommer’s silky hair. “You can say that again.”
“Okay.” Shifting a little, Sommer nipped Dean’s earlobe. “Wow. Seriously. Wow.”
Dean laughed, jostling Sommer’s cock inside him. He clamped down to hold it in place, making Sommer jerk and hiss. “You planned this.”
“What, having sex with you?” Sommer planted a kiss on Dean’s bare shoulder. “Guilty.”
“No, not that.” Twisting around as much as he could with Sommer’s weight holding him down, Dean tugged Sommer’s face down for a real kiss. “I mean, you planned to fuck me in here. Right over this chair, I’m thinking.”
“Well, it is the right height.”
“This is true.”
“Mmm.” Sommer kissed Dean again, then peeled himself off Dean’s back. “So. Now that phase one of my evil plan has come to fruition—”
“Phase one?” Dean squeaked as Sommer pulled out of him.
“Fucking you in the parlor.” Sommer smacked Dean’s ass hard. “Don’t interrupt.” Grinning, Dean straightened up and turned to face Sommer. “Yessir.”
“Good boy.” The used condom clutched between two fingers, Sommer snaked his free arm around Dean’s waist and pulled him close. “As I was saying, now that phase one has been accomplished, why don’t we move on to phase two?”
“Which is?” Dean tilted his head to brush Sommer’s mouth with his.
Sommer’s tongue flicked out, teasing the corner of Dean’s mouth. “Fucking in the bedroom, like normal people.”
Dean’s cock twitched. Damn. Nobody had gotten his libido this worked up in years. He licked his lips. “I like that plan.”
“Thought you might.” Sommer kissed his nose, gave his butt a hard squeeze and let go. “Go to the bedroom, get undressed and lie face down on the bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Dean’s knees went wobbly. He reached out to steady himself on the chair behind him. God, it was hot when Sommer got bossy like that. “Where are you going?”
“To throw this away.” Sommer held up the semen-filled rubber. “Then I need to clean off the chair.”
Dean turned, saw the sticky mess on the chair and winced. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was my plan, remember?” Leaning over, Sommer pecked him on the lips. “So. After that, I need to go get a few things. It won’t take long.”
“Things?”
An evil grin spread across Sommer’s face. “My toy collection.”
Something told Dean Sommer wasn’t talking about action figures. His cock jerked. “Um. Toys. Yeah.”
Laughing, Sommer tugged Dean’s jeans up with one hand and gave him a gentle push in the direction of the foyer. “Bed, Dean. Go.”
Dean obediently wandered across the parlor and through the foyer toward Sommer’s bedroom. He couldn’t help wondering how smart it was to let a relative stranger use God only knew what sorts of toys on him. But instinct told him to trust Sommer. To listen to the part of him that felt safer with Sommer than he’d ever felt with anyone.
Listen to your gut, he told himself. It’s smarter than your brain sometimes.
Grinning, he sauntered into Sommer’s room and started pulling off his clothes.
    ~ * ~
    Dean lay sprawled face down on Sommer’s kitchen table, naked, wrists and ankles secured to the wooden legs by black yarn. Dildos, butt plugs and cock rings littered the floor. In the corner, a misty white shape sat at a sewing machine, busily stitching together bits of multicolored fabric. The sky outside the window blazed red.
    Suddenly Dean felt Sommer’s presence behind him. Sommer touched him, hands spreading his ass cheeks apart. Electricity skated over his skin, and he moaned.
“Are you ready for my toy?” Sommer purred, his breath warm on the back of Dean’s neck.
Robbed of speech, Dean whimpered and lifted his hips. Cool, hard plastic penetrated him. Plastic legs, plastic hips, plastic torso. He could almost see the muscular plastic arms and square-jawed plastic head sticking out of his ass. Odd lumps and ridges rubbed his insides as Sommer pumped the doll in, out, in again. It felt so good Dean’s entire body ached with it. He moaned Sommer’s name.
“You’re beautiful, Dean.” Sommer branded the curve of Dean’s lower back with a kiss. “So beautiful. Dean. Dean…”
“Dean!