Love For Sale

I moaned as I imagined Cole rolling on top of me, digging his tongue into my wet cavern I called a mouth, and I moaned out again. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I arched my back as he gently pulled on it. I stroked myself faster, and imagined him rolling his tongue in and out of my mouth as he rolled his hips against mine, causing me to rock my hips and dry hump the air. I moaned as I imagined me fighting for dominance over our kiss, and I felt his mouth slide over my jaw, and down my neck. I gasped as my imagination got carried away with me, and I felt like there was second hand over my cock. I laughed when I realized that it was my other hand, and I pumped my cock harder.

“God I love you.” I breathed, throwing my head back as I felt Cole’s lips graze over my chest and attack my right nipple.

“I love you too.” I heard Cole’s voice in my head, words that I longed for him to say. True I didn’t know him; we had only just met tonight. But he was so nice to me, and had given me his bed for the night; I just needed to have him for one night. That’s all that I needed, but a few more nights with us sharing a bed would be nice too.

I heard Cole’s voice say that he loved me over and over again in my head, causing me to go crazy. I pulled one of my hands off my dick and rubbed my nipples with it, pretending it was Cole’s mouth. I pinched and rolled the small nub till it was nice and plump. Once when the nub was hard, I switched to my left nipple, and began rubbing it. I moaned as I pinched it hard, and I squeezed my cock hard at the same time. When my left nipple was just like my right, I stopped and roamed my free hand down towards my navel. I picked at it, thinking that it was Cole’s tongue and I imagined him licking my bellybutton. I moaned when I felt pre-cum start to leak out of my urethra, and imagined that Cole was now licking and sucking my tip. I smiled. I loved the feeling that I was having, but I didn’t like the fact that I was the one giving it to myself. I longed for the man downstairs, but I was enjoying my own pleasure too much to go downstairs and get into bed with Cole. I groaned and realized that I was now playing with my balls, tickling them. I laughed lightly, but stopped, and pulled on them. I always did that when I was close to coming, and I felt like I was going to come any minute. I let out a small hiss of pain, and concentrated on the pleasure rather than the pain. More pre-cum was leaking out, and I stopped stroking myself. I guessed the ball pulling didn’t do too much, and I placed a hand under my butt.

“Cole.” I gasped, gently gliding my middle finger my hole.

“Yes, Kyle.” I heard Cole’s voice again.

“I want you in me.” I whispered, talking to thin air then to the imaginary Cole I had pictured between my legs.

“With pleasure.” Cole whispered, and I slowly slid my middle finger into my ass.

I gasped and lifted my butt off the bed, slowly rocking my hips back and forth as I inched my finger into my hole.

“Oh…what do we have here?” Cole smirked. I felt something rolling around the entryway of my hole, and I slipped a second finger in to see if I could pull it out. It felt like a hair, and I guessed that it must have slipped in while I was taking a shower.

“Cole, be gentle. “ I gasped again as I slowly pulled it out.

“Don’t worry I will.” and I thought I felt a pair of lips graze across my inner thigh.

I groaned when I tugged on the hair, but I found that it was hard to pull it out. I twirled it around in my fingers. I moaned as it slid around against my walls, and I gasped when I realized what it was. I felt embarrassed and slowly started to pull the anal beads that I had up in my butt for the whole day. I had forgotten that I put them in there, and now I needed to pull them out. I place them inside me every day so I could have something inside me. But I had put them in me so often, my butt had gotten numb, and I could hardly feel them anymore. And since I was on cloud nine for the past few hours, I completely forgot that they were even in there. I moaned as I pulled the beads out, slowly taking them out one at a time. I licked my lips and groaned as the first bead rolled out of my asshole, stretching my ass as it escaped. I sighed when the first bead was out, but I still had four more to go. I took a deep breath and pulled the string again, and gasped as the bead stretched my ass for a second time. Even though the second bead wasn’t as big as the first one, I still had trouble pulling it out, and feared that the string will break with the rest of the beads stuck up my ass. I gasped as the second bead pulled out, and I saw my cock twitch. I was getting off from the pulling, and I felt my balls were now filling up my semen. It was only a matter of moments before I would ejaculate from one of the beads passing through and stretching my ass. I bit my lip as I pulled a bit harder to get the third bead out of me, but it was hard to pull out. I relaxed my ass muscles, thinking that would work, but it didn’t. I started to worry that I would need to ask Cole for help, but I tried again to get them out. I did not want to ask his help, not just yet anyway. I rolled over on my stomach and propped up my ass, hoping this new angle would help me get the beads out. I groaned as I pulled hard and bit my lip harder. I tasted blood and I swallowed it. If I was laying in my bed, I would have spit it out, but this was Cole’s bed, and I did not want to ruin his sheets. I groaned as I gave the string a good yank, and I felt the rest of the beads come out. I was relieved I got the beads out, and that I had gotten rid of my erection, but I was not all too happy about the mess I made.

“Shit!” I cried, sitting up seeing the sheets stained with scat and cum. I had pulled the anal beads out too fast, causing me to have massive diarrhea. I was always careful with the warning the beads came with, but tonight I guess I pulled a little too hard, and I could not control my ejaculation.

I got out of bed quickly and turned on the light to see how much damage I caused, and saw about half the sheets were covered in my shit. I groaned and put Cole’s pajama bottoms on and paced back and forth, trying to think what I had to do. I knew what I had to do, but I didn’t know if I should go downstairs and start the washing machine. If I did go down, and start it, then Cole might wake up. And I did not want to explain to him why I was washing his sheets in the middle of the night. But I didn’t want to leave Cole’s bed covered in shit. I stripped the bed, and crumbled it into a ball and placed in under my arm as I walked out of the room. I walked slowly, but quickly downstairs, hoping that I wasn’t going to wake up Cole. The whole lower half of the house was pitch black, and I could not see a thing. I walked cautiously through the darkened room, and shuffled my feet across the floor so I would kick anything that was in my way. I could see the outline of the couch Cole was sleeping on, and I could see his feet hanging off the side of the couch. I smiled, and wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, and walked right into a chair. I stubbed my toe, and held by breath. It hurt like hell, but I didn’t make a sound. I took a seat in the chair I kicked, and rubbed my toes to ease the pain. The pain died down after a while, but my foot still stung a bit and I continued to look for the laundry room. I found it next to the kitchen, and put the shit covered sheets in the washer. I poured in about twice as much bleach as I needed, and set the controls to cold. I started the wash and sighed, there was nothing else to do but wait. I exited the laundry room, and went back out into the living room.

I stopped just before the three steps, and looked at the panel of light switches that were next to me. They were labeled, and I switched the knob that said flood lights. I saw the lights behind me and above the fireplace come on, and I smiled that they didn’t wake Cole up. I decided to take a look at my surroundings better, and wandered over towards a small table behind the couch. The table was filled with pictures of Cole, and various people. There were a couple of old folks in one photo frame, and I could see the resemblance between Cole and his father. There were also a few famous people in the pictures, including Kenny G, Andrea Bocelli, and Andrew Lloyd Webber. There was also what looked like a family reunion picture mixed in with the group, and I smiled when I saw that they had their reunion in Paris, France. I always wanted to go to Pairs, and I was jealous that Cole got to go. I then realized that each picture was taken from different parts of the globe: Pairs, Rome, Tokyo, New York, and Moscow to name a few. From looking at the guy, I never thought that Cole would be such a traveler, but I guess he got around. Glancing over the pictures some more, I saw a photo that made me pick it up to get a closer look. It was a picture of a woman, who looked liked she was in her late twenties, wearing a white sundress and sunglasses on top of her blond hair. She was holding a young boy wearing a red and white stripe shirt and overalls. Both were smiling, and they looked so happy together. The young boy looked like he was laughing, and was pointing towards the camera. Looking at the picture, I felt a rush of joy rush over me, and I felt warm all over. I brushed my hand over the photo, and smiled.

“Kyle?” I jumped back slightly when I heard Cole’s voice, and saw that he was now awake.

“Hi, Cole.” I waved nervously, the picture in my other hand.

“What are you doing up so late?” He yawned, throwing his blankets off him and stood up.

“Sorry, I had a little accident in your bed.” I told him truthfully.

“An accident? What kind of accident?”

“It’s nothing big to worry about… I hope. I put the sheets in the washer; hopefully the stains will get out. Don’t worry.” I quickly said, hoping that he won’t get mad at me. “If they don’t come out I will buy you a new bed spread.”

Cole snickered softly, and shook his head. “Its okay, Kyle. You don’t have to buy me new sheets.”

“But if I ruin them---”

“Don’t worry. They were a wedding gift from my in-laws. I didn’t really like them.” I scuffed, shaking my head. I guess he was just like any other man, and he his smile got bigger. “I see you’re admiring my small gallery.”

“Um…yeah. Boy you went everywhere.” I gasped, gazing at the pictures again.

“Yep. I have been to mostly every major city in the world, twice.” He said, walking around the couch and standing next to me.

“Wow. How can you go around the world when you have to teach at the university?”

Cole laughed. “I am more the just your simple music teacher, Kyle.”

“What are you then, some kind of superhero?”

Cole laughed even harder, and I felt my face turn a bright shade of red. “Don’t be embarrassed. I would expect such a question from such a naïve boy like you. But no, I’m not a superhero. I am a professional musician. I have played all around the world.”

“Wow, I would never have guessed you were a musician.”

“Oh yes, I loved traveling and bringing my music to my fans. I teach during the term, but when the school gives the students vacations, I jet off to some city and perform.”

“Do you still perform?” I asked. “I would love to see you play.”

“Have you heard me play?”

“Yeah, that’s why I came back to the campus. I listened in once, when we had that storm. I was taking shelter outside the music building, and I heard you play. I heard only a few notes, but I loved it. That’s why I came back; I wanted to hear more.”

“Well I am happy that you are a fan, but sadly I don’t perform anymore. But what song did you hear me play?”

“That’s too bad.” I was sad that Cole didn’t perform anymore, and wondered why. “I don’t really know the name of it,” I said, trying to remember the song I heard him play. “but it sounded like jazz music.”

“Jazz music? I don’t really play that kind of style.”

“Well, it sound like this,” and I began humming some of the notes. I was cut off by Cole, who had walked over to the piano and started playing the notes I was humming. The more I hummed, the more he played, and soon he was playing the whole song. “That’s it.” I explained, jogging over to him.

He smiled and played a few more bars of the song before he stopped, and rested his hands against the top of the piano. “Rhapsody in Blue.” he sighed. “I didn’t write it, but it is one of my favorites.”

“You play it so well.”

“Jealous?” Cole raised his eyebrows and stood up.

“Kind of.” I said embarrassed.

“I can teach you some time.”

“Really?” I smiled brightly, and I clenched the picture in my hands tighter.

“What picture do you have there?” Cole asked, now noticing the picture I clutched in my hands.


“Oh, sorry. I was looking at it when you woke up.” I turned the picture around, and Cole’s face dropped. He reached and took the picture from me, and grasped it lightly in his hands. He walked back to the small table and rubbed his thumb against the frame. “If you don’t mind me asking, who are those people?”

“They are the two most important people in the world.” Cole replied. His voice dropped, and I thought he was going to cry.

“They’re your family, right?”

“Yeah. I took this picture when we were in Palm Springs; it was our son’s first birthday.”

“What happened to them? Did your wife and you get a divorce?”

“No, we didn’t.” his voice fell again, and I could tell that it was getting harder for him to talk about his family.

“Oh, Cole, I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No it’s okay. I feel better when I talk about it.” He said, and I saw a small tear roll down his cheek. “It happened five years ago,” he began, putting the picture back down on the table. “I had gone off on a winter tour. My wife, Linda, stayed behind to take care of Jared.”

“Your son.”

“Yeah. He was three years old then. I told them that they should come with me, but she said that it would be easier to take care of him at home. I accepted her decision, and flew off on tour. I kept in touch with them every day, and called them each time before and after I preformed, no matter what time zone it was. It was December twentieth, and I was in Australia. I had called Tiffany and Jared to wish them an early Merry Christmas, and my son wished me a happy birthday---his first words I have heard from him in a long time. I told them I loved both of them, and I went on and performed. When I stopped for intermission, the stage manager told me I had an emergency at home. My first thought was that it was nothing, and I called the number the manager gave me. It was a number to Salem Hospital. The nurse who picked up said that my wife and son were in a car accident. I canceled the rest of my performance, and caught the next flight back home. I was so worried; I didn’t know what to think about what might have happened. My thought was that they were okay, but when I arrived at the hospital, they weren’t.” He started to choke on tears, and he sat back down on the couch. I joined him and listen to the end of his story.

“When I arrived,” Cole continued, “my best friend, Daniel was there, and he was the one who gave me the bad news. He said that Tiffany and Jared were on their way to the airport, for a redeye to Australia. He said that they wanted to surprise me for a late birthday present, and an early Christmas gift. But there was a heavy snow storm the night they left, and their car hit a patch of black ice and went off the road and flipped over. Jared died on impact, while my wife was unconscious. I was able to see her after Daniel told me, but I didn’t have too much time. I talked to her for a few minutes, and told her how much I loved her. She coded after that, and I was forced out of the room by doctors and nurses. A doctor came out shortly after and told me she had passed. He also told me that Tiffany was pregnant again, and my heart just broke even more. Daniel was with me for support, but all that I wanted was to be left alone.” He wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand, and sniffled hard.

“Cole, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I had lost everything I loved that night, and I stopped playing and performing because if it. My family was the only reason why I performed; they were my muses. The only times I play the piano now is when I am teaching, or times when I feel depressed. Other than that, I don’t play anymore.”

I didn’t say anything after Cole’s story, I didn’t even know if I wanted to be in the same room with him. I just wanted him to have some time alone to think about his family. I heard the washer go off, and that was my signal to leave the room. I felt like I didn’t want to leave him alone, but I wanted to give him some space, and went to put the sheets in the dryer. When I returned to the living room, I noticed Cole was not sitting on the couch. I jogged over to see if he had gone back to bed, and I saw that he did. He had fallen back to sleep with his blanket still draped over the back of the couch. I softly smiled and covered him back up with the blanket. I wanted to kiss him on the cheek, like a mother would to soothe her child, but I didn’t. Instead, I pulled the throw blanket off the armchair, and lay down on the floor. I did not want Cole to sleep alone tonight; I was too worried that he was going to do something drastic after he brought up his family’s death.

It was hard for me to fall back asleep again. I still had Cole’s tragic story about what happened running through my head. I had fallen in love with this man, without knowing him at all. And now since I heard part of his back story, I felt like I should re-think everything about the man. I always jump to conclusions, and would fall in love right away---just like a preteen girl would do. But Cole made me realized that I can’t do that anymore. I need to get to know the people first, and rethink if i really love this person. I did love him, but i was wondering now if i truly love him. I wound up falling asleep thinking about Cole and his family, and had a dream about them in Palm Springs.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. I sat up and noticed that Cole was awake, and I crawled up onto the couch. I draped my arm across the back, and I rested my head on my hands and I saw Cole going back and forth around the kitchen. I stayed quiet as he cooked breakfast, and just took in the aroma of bacon and the faint smell of coffee brewing. I gave him a few more minutes before I said something, and commented on how good breakfast smelled.

“Morning.” Cole called, noticing that I was awake first and gave me a big morning grin.

“Morning.” I replied. “Something smells good.”

“Thanks. I hope you like pancakes.”

“I do.” I proclaimed, and got off the couch. “Wow, everything looks good.”

“Again, thanks.” he said, putting a small stack of pancakes on the table. “I usually don’t cook breakfast in the morning, but since you’re here, I wanted to.”

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble just for me.”

“Well, since you slept here last night, I didn’t want you to leave on an empty stomach.”

“Well, thank you.” I smiled, and I helped myself to some coffee.

“You know, I have to get going to school for my classes soon, and I was wondering if you would like to stay here for a little big longer?”

“You mean like for the day?” I questioned, swallowing a big bite of buttermilk pancakes.

“Yeah. I mean, I did pay you for the night. That should include the day too, until eight p.m. at least”

“I guess so, but what am I going to do while you’re at work?”

“Whatever you want. The house is yours. And then maybe tonight we can do something.”

I laughed, thinking that he was joking about me house sitting for him. But I could tell that he was not. “Okay, I guessed.”

“Great.” Cole smiled, and went to go get his briefcase. “I will be home around six, so don’t eat anything late. Okay.”

“Kay.”

“Alright, I will see you then.” His smile brightened, and he headed out the door.

“Wait, Cole!” I called, and I chased after him. He stopped just as he was getting in his car, and I managed to ask him a question. “Can I invite a friend over?” I asked, picking at my fingernails.

“What kind of friend?” Cole asked. I know with my background he didn’t know what kind of friend I was talking about. For all he knew I might bring over a friend who is a drug dealer. However, my dealers were not any of my friends.

“Just a friend from the brothel.” I replied. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t do drugs or anything and we will clean up any mess we make.”

“Well…okay then. But one friend.”

“Thanks, Cole.” I cried, hugging him and I gave him a kiss on the cheek before I raced back inside the house.

“You’re welcome!” I heard Cole yell as I closed and locked the door behind me. I heard Cole’s car drive out of the driveway as I picked up the phone. I dialed Chad’s number, and put the recover up to my ear. I haven’t seen Chad in over a month, and was dying to see him. I couldn’t wait to tell him what happened to me, and that I would be coming home soon.

“Hello?” Chad answered his cell, and I began telling him everything that had happened to me over the past month or so.