Page 32 of Julian Shared
I’ve no intention of Julian playing house spouse tonight. I want him to be my proud little slut. I might have gotten way ahead of myself, but after that phone call…fuck.
There was no helping it. I had to take charge and make a plan. It took quite a few phone calls, but I’ve made arrangements. Special ones.
Now that I know exactly what Julian wants, I’m going to give it to him.
???
“Where are we going?” Julian fiddles with his seatbelt as I drive.
“You’ll see when we get there,” I tease. “Don’t make me blindfold you.”
Julian settles down and zips his lips. The rest of the ride is quiet, but filled with delicious tension. I reach over to pat at his lap a few times.
Just to check. Just to make sure.
I’m not disappointed with what I find. He whimpers when I rub the edge of my palm against his erection, acting shy even as his body acts the exact opposite.
Julian didn’t dress modestly.
He might be wearing another damned collared shirt, but the white pair of pants he has on are scandalously tight. I can’t remember the last time he wore them. There was some sort of snafu with laundry and they shrank in the dryer. After that they went to the back of the closet, but Julian’s brought them out of hiding.
We drive into Paradise Palms, following the familiar main road to a building that only became familiar the other day: the community center.
Julian’s nose wrinkles with confusion as I pull into a parking space right at the front. There’s only a few other cars and trucks in the lot. “Why are we here? The next dance meet-up isn’t until next week.”
“You know, they’ll loan out the place for private events,” I say with a hum. “For just a hundred dollars, you get the keys and all-night access.”
The only rule is to leave it in the same state you found it in.
“Joel, what did you do?” Julian asks with wide eyes.
I reach into the pocket of my sweats and hold up the key to the building. “I rented it, love. Figured it’d be a real nice place to host the gangbang.”
Julian blushes at that. As if just a few hours ago he wasn’t stuffing both his holes and moaning to the fantasy of being shared with me and a stranger.
Fuck. He’s so cute like this.
Julian’s shocked, but he ain’t exactly displeased. I can see the dark turn of lust in his gaze and the way he licks the quiver
“You…you should have told me,” he says, “I would have helped.”
Yet Julian’s unbuckling his seatbelt instead of staying in place and demanding we go home. He stares toward the front door of the community center with an enticing mixture of longing and nervousness.
“But you don’t wanna plan it,” I point out the obvious with a tilt of my head, “you just want it to happen to you.”
Sure, we could have talked and talked about it. Went over the fine details and really went into all the nitty-gritty considerations. Julian would have approached his gangbang with the same perfectionist zeal as he plans any party or coordinates any event.
But I don’t want him playing host at this. And I know that's not what he really wants either. He doesn’t want to control, he doesn’t want to be in charge. Not when he has me there.
I just never knew how badly he wanted it like that.
And now that I know what he wants, I can give it to him. I’ve had to piece everything together within a couple of hours and on the fly, but I’m confident tonight is going to be exactly what Julian needs to let himself go.
Julian doesn’t try to argue with me. “How did you…find the men?”
It’s a fair question. I unbuckle my seatbelt too and when I open the car door, Julian follows my unspoken direction.
“Manuel gave me some phone numbers of guys,” I explain while we walk up to the community center. “Guys around post who are into the hot twink scene. So, I called around and vetted until I found a few I liked.”
