Consummation

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The days went by, and the encounters with Rafa were always hot and exciting; his lips and tongue had more experience every day, and his hands knew exactly where to touch to turn me on in any situation.

The disputes over having control in the relationship made sparks fly in every encounter, and doing it in secret added an extra point of morbid thrill and excitement.

With each passing day I was losing more hope of convincing Rafa to give me that little ass I wanted so much, but I was not going to stop insisting. It was a personal challenge and I was going to achieve it at any cost.

I started a new plan: sometimes ignoring Rafa, and other times being the one who left him halfway and walked away. I no longer stayed in the trainer’s rooms and I temporarily blocked Rafa from my contacts so he could not use that means to communicate either.

About a week passed. It seemed to be working. Every time we were alone, Rafa would start with flirting and kissing; I would follow along and then ignore him.

Now it was him who, when we started fooling around in the stables, would guide my hands so I would play with his ass; he would even turn halfway around to press his ass against my dick and start making those little movements I loved.

Honestly, I could not take it anymore, but I knew that if I let lust win and gave in, I would hand him complete control, and I was not going to let that happen, so I stopped him and left the stable.

It was a Wednesday. The work was done. Rafa, some of the grooms, and I were having some beers while the others finished getting ready to go out to the bar. I was sitting, smoking and chatting with them too before going home.

The others arrived, said goodbye, and left. Rafa and I were alone again in the stables.

“Are you staying here?”

“No, I’m leaving now.”

“Why are you being like this with me?”

“Like what?”

“Like this, cold and shitty, and leaving me halfway.”

“You don’t love me anymore?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Just tell me yes or no.”

“You know I do, little bastard, you drive me crazy.”

“Well it doesn’t seem like it. You’re acting weird and shitty. Are you fucking another guy?”

“Well maybe I should, since you don’t want to give me your little ass.”

“Are you going to get jealous if I’m fucking someone else?”

“It’s not like you’re my man for me to get jealous.”

“So you’re giving me permission?”

“You do whatever the fuck you want, you’re a grown man.”

“Let’s go to the room to fuck?”

“No, are you crazy? Not to fuck, but let’s go do the usual.”

“You miss me already, don’t you, bastard?”

“And you don’t?”

“Obviously, my king.”

“Then let’s go.”