Chapter One: The Hidden Itch

Blaine Anderson was a successful man and his wife, Gwen, was also involved in business. At the age of twenty three Blaine was made a vice president of his father's publishing company and was being forced to marry Gwen for financial reasons. Gwen was pretty; she had fair skin with overly bleached hair that came down to her shoulders. She was thin but not a skeleton her eyes were a dark emerald framed with a slim nose and pouty lips. But behind her starlet features was someone possessive and cold hearted.

She was fully aware Blaine was gay but dismissed it whenever the subject had come up, she had attempted to arouse Blaine too many times to count but they all ended in failure. Every minute Blaine was lucky enough to get away from Gwen he spent fantasizing about muscular hands grazing over the curves of his body and hope of being filled with a decent size dick.

One particular lonely day Blaine locked himself in his room with his new toy that his best friend snuck into the house for him. It was and eight inch silver vibrator, it was practically mouth watering when he thought about it being inside him. He began to stroke himself and started imagining it was another man's warm and rough hand doing it for him; he was hard in a matter of seconds. His breathe started to become shallow as he flicked his wrist with each stroke he suddenly let go and reached for the lube hidden between the mattress and box spring of his and Gwen's bed.

He squeezed a reasonable amount onto two of his fingers; he leaned forward onto his knees and reached behind himself slipping his fingers between his cheeks. Once he reached his entrance he began teasing himself and drew circles over the hot ring of muscle he yelped when he finally slid his index finger inside. He started to move it in and out of himself moaning from the sensation and stretch, he started getting impatient so he slipped in his second finger. He missed it, he missed this being filled with something, anything! He scissored his fingers trying to hurry the prepping, he needed that eight inches in him that very moment or he was going to go insane.

He whimpered when he pulled his finger out but immediately grabbed the vibrator that sat on his night stand and slicked it up with the remainder of lube from his fingers. He then placed the tapered end at his entrance pressing slightly, soon enough the end of the vibrator was inside him he them passed his thumb over the control switch. The vibrations immediately shot pleasure through his spine and to the head of his dick, he pressed the vibrator deeper with in him. Four inches of the toy was now within Blaine vibrating and causing him to moan and cry. He moved another inch forward and then-

"Blaine!" It was Gwen, and that was it Blaine's arousal stopped, it was like her voice was an automatic boner kill. He sprung off the bed pulling the toy from his entrance and wrapping it an a washcloth, he then proceeded to put it behind his nightstand. He realized that the lube still lay on the bed and he was full on naked.

"Blaine where are you?" The sound of Gwen's high heels were coming closer. He ran for his bathrobe and shoved the bottle of lube into its pocket, at that exact moment he tied the knot into the robe string Gwen walked into the room.

"Oh there you are, are you getting ready for the dinner party tonight or did you forget?" She crossed her arms over her chest and spoke with a false chipper tone.

"Oh uh y-yeah I was just about to jump in the shower." Blaine responded quickly, Gwen eyed him curiously until her eyes stopped below his waist. Blaine was still half hard and of course Gwen had to notice.

"In the mood for once hm? Well if we didn't only have thirty minutes to get ready I would definitely ride your cock like a bronco but like I said, only thirty minutes." She took a step closer to him.

"Pity." Blaine acted disappointed.

"Just wait until after the party I'll let you fuck me, hard." She winked and turned to walk out the room

Blaine was fully limp now, just the idea of Gwen on top of him and…oh god he didn't even want to think about it and let alone think about what was going to happen tonight. He sighed and turned to go to the bathroom and shower.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x

The party was for a new book Anderson Publishers had just released, all Blaine new was that it had something to do with a Hispanic gang and a wolf. Parties like these were always boring the only good thing about them was the free alcohol which Blaine took full advantage of.

Blaine sat at the mini bar gulping down a margarita when he felt a slim elegant hand on his shoulder.

"Hello stranger." A raspy female voice whispered, Blaine turned around in excitement.

"Cherie I haven't seen you in forever." He jumped up from his stool and pulled her into a nice tight hug.

Cherie Jackson was a well known author of multiple Sex Advice books, Blaine met her when she came to the company to publish her second book called Bisexuality: Two Times The Fun. She became very close friends with Blaine and became one of the first people to help him with his secret. She gave him a lot of masturbation advice and even gave him the vibrator as a gift she got exclusively from a very well know sex shop in Germany.

"I know honey it's been so long, too long even. How have you been?" She chuckled and took a seat next to him at the bar. She looked great, her raven hair was in a cut into a flawless bob and she wore a tight gray blouse and a high waited black pencil skirt topped off with burgundy stilettos.

"Okay I guess a bit lonely since you were out of the country." He sighed but still held a steady smile.

"Aww I'm sorry I was out exploring different fetishes in Poland you should have seen some of these thing Blaine they would blow your mind how odd they are! My trip got elongated when I had to meet with someone in Texas, an old friend." She smirked.

"Poland? I already heard they can be a bit kinky so I think you can leave out details. So who's the old friend?" He chuckled.

"No one special, I met her in Bosnia she's a contortionist." She smirked and pulled a flask from her clutch.

"Oh did you get to use the toy I got you hmm?" She snickered before taking a gulp of the mysterious liquid in her silver flask.

"Almost, earlier today, but then Gwen came upstairs and…yeah." He sighed and reached for his margarita and sipped from it.

"You've got to be kidding me! Jesus Christ the woman knows your gay but yet she refuses to let you fulfill and feed your natural urges, I swear she needs help." She huffed before proceeding to drink more.

"I know, I just…I need it Cherie it's insane! Not to be too open but I am dying here I haven't been touched by another guy since college. Plus to add on to it Gwen wants to have sex tonight and I don't know how to avoid it."

Cherie eyed him curiously and looked down at her hands and began to think.

"I think I can help so listen up. First I can help you avoid sleeping with her with this." She smirked and lifted her solver flask to his eye level.

"What is that exactly?" an odd smell came from the flask; it was a mixture of gasoline and rubbing alcohol.

"This is moonshine, with her frail body she'll get drunk off a shot glass of this. My friend gave me a jar when I went to Texas it was quite a lovely gift." She giggled.

"Wait isn't that like illegal or something?" He whispered.

"I don't know and I don't care as long as you don't have to go inside her why do you care? And on to my second point, I have an idea that I think will help you get your fill." She chuckled and winked at Blaine, whatever she had in mind was probably very eccentric.

"What would that be?" he asked in a hush voice,

"HE would be named Fauvette." A big grin grew on Cherie's face, whoever Fauvette is must be very interesting.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x