Yoga Zone – Music for Meditation
            by Nymph Du Pave

            Chapter Two:  Wicked Game

            Clark sighed and shifted on his feet.  Not that his weight was uncomfortably balanced, but his groin...

            ~So pathetic, Kent.~

           He was getting painfully hard in Lex's game room, remembering the urge to uncross Lex’s arms and step into the smaller man’s personal space, showing Lex just how well he could take control.  At least over that particular situation.  How long had he been wanting to press a stiffening member to Lex just to see the older boy's reaction.  How long had he been day-dreaming during class of surprising Lex by going down on him in his office.  Just suddenly throwing him to the floor, or pushing him roughly back onto the chair, ripping his pants down and taking Lex's cock in his mouth?  Sucking?

            ~Jesus.~

            This was not going well.  He fondled himself remembering the urges all too well.  Especially the one by the pool table.  He had almost acted on that one.  Lex leaning there so damn smug and sure of himself and Clark had even taken a step forward.  The sexual aura about Lex was always there, confident in the obvious sensual wisdom he possessed, but it had almost overpowered Clark’s control over his own instincts.  When those mysterious blues were twinkling in the light and Lex’s breathing seemed just a hair on the fast side…

            That had just been Clark’s imagination, however, and he’d been eternally grateful- at least after getting over the lusty impulses- when Lex's phone rang.  It had been Clark's father, telling him that the tractor broke and he needed his son’s, um, 'skills'.

            That night- and many following- he had dreamed of taking control of Lex.  On top of the pool table.  Hard.

            The dream started simply enough.  He’d be playing pinball, and Lex would come in and offer to play pool.  For some reason though, Clark didn’t want to, didn’t even turn around to look at his friend.

            Then the dream took a turn for the weird.  He would hear footsteps coming from behind him, but it wasn’t the same noise that Lex’s walking usually induced.  This was softer, like the sound of bare feet padding on the cold wooden floor of the gameroom.

            Still he would not turn around.  He wouldn’t even stop playing the game.

            Lex’s hands would touch him on his waist and run up his back soothingly, then head down, down, down until they were cupping Clark’s ass.  They would squeeze roughly and Lex would purr.

            Now, in real life, Clark would be all over Lex.  But this was a dream.  Clark's dream.  And his dreams never, ever made sense.

            Lex grabbed Clark's right hand from the button moving the stopper and pressed up against him, pulling the hand back.  Clark could feel the older boy's erection pressing into his ass.  His fingers, propelled by Lex's, touched the satin that Lex was donning, hot with the heat of smooth and wan skin.  Lex breathed sharply and brought Clark's fingers down, past the short hem of the robe to his upper thigh and underneath.  He let Clark's fingers take control and slip into the crevice of Lex's ass, finding the ring of muscle and massaging it.  Lex moaned and thrust against him, then tugged Clark's pants and boxers down the length of his legs.  Clark's fingers left Lex's rear as the other man ducked down and, a moment later, Clark felt something hot and moist dip between his own cheeks.

            Obviously, this was the point where even dream Clark could no longer tolerate the emotional distance of not seeing his partner and he ditched the pinball machine all together.

            Turning around, he found Lex already standing, a red satin robe coming to just around his upper calves-

            [wasn't it just around his upper thighs before?]

            -tied with a sash around his waist. p; The older boy was very obviously naked and even more obvious was the erection peaking out just underneath the tail of the sash.  The dark head of Lex's cock clashed with his white skin, and Clark felt his own piece spring to life.

            Lex chose this moment to bring his hands up from Clark’s rear to his chest.

            “God, Clark.  You’ve got such an amazing body.”

            His traveled down to Clark’s abs-

            “I want you, Clark.”

            -then to grasp Clark’s free and needy errection.

            “You’re big, Clark.  So big.  And I want all of you inside my ass."  He licked his lips.  "But only after this.”

            Bending down, Lex took advantage of Clark’s dick, licking at the head.  Clark moaned loud and soft at the same time, his greedy eyes watching his rich friend.

            Lex on his knees for him, there on the hardwood floor of the game room.  Licking Clark's cock.

            Lex took all of Clark in his mouth, the head hitting the back of Lex’s throat, and Clark would gasp aloud at both the sight and the sensation.  Lex's eyes were always on his, even as he began to thrust cruely into Lex's tight, hot throat.  Lex's eyes fluttered and he moaned, shivering.  He pulled away standing on his toes, bringing himself to Clark’s height, and whispered, “Take me over to the pool table, Clark.  Take me to the table-“ he gripped Clark’s hair aggressively, bringing him closer.  “-and fuck me.  Hard.  Make it rough.  Make it hurt.  Make my ass sore for weeks to come.”

            He pulled back and looked Clark straight in the eyes.  “Bruise me, Kent.”

            How could anyone resist such temptation?

            Clark held Lex tightly by the upper arms, shoving him backwards until they met the pool table's edge.  He hoisted Lex on top, foregoing any gentleness, and pinning the long fingered, nimble hands to the wooden edge of the table.  He'd start licking and biting down on the pale neck beneath him, making Lex moan and shiver.

            “Please, Clark," Lex would lament loudly.  "Please, just- oh!  Please, fuck me, Clark!  Please!  Hard!  Fuck me!  Hard!”

            He quickly untied the sash, ripping open the robe to reveal a weeping cock, burried in a dark blond curly bush.  He bent down to take it in his mouth, but Lex caught his hair and pulled him back up.  "No.  I want you to-"

            He threw Lex down onto the pooltable and the boy shuddered.  "Jesus, Clark!"

            Clark spread Lex's legs, pressing them down to the green felt, and licked Lex's length, making the man scream.  With Clark's hands holding him still, he was unble to buck, but the rest of his body thrashed wildly.  Hands gripped Clark's head and pressed down hard, trying to fuck Clark's mouth.

            Unfortunately for Lex, Clark's a strong young man.  He licked Lex's cock and sucked on the head for a good second or two, before pulling away.  He climbed on top of Lex pulling the sash from Lex's belt loops.

            Meanwhile, Lex was bucking up against him.  "Fuck me, Clark!  Please!  God, I need your cock inside me now!"

            He pushed Lex up to the end of the table, then punched a hole clean through.  He tied Lex's wrists together, making Lex shiver and begin whispering incoherently.  He tied the other end in and around the new hole, then pulled away to unzip-

           [wasn't he already naked?]

            -his pants, freeing his very large, very hard dick.

            Lex's eyes went wide.  "Spread me.  Please."

            Clark opened Lex's legs and plunged in.
 

           And that's where it would end.  He'd wake to a very dark room and a tented, dampened sheet.  Always here, always the exact same spot, with an extremely painful erection and the terrific need for release.

            Not to mention the worry about his dreams of being more of the dominate nature and the loneliness that came from being without the one that gave him those dreams.
 
 
 
 
 

            To be continued...