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Randy for Submission, Pursuing the One, Chapter 13: Hot and Served
🕑 Added 2025-07-18 03:04:51 +0000 UTCChapter 13: Hot and Served
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Randy woke up the next morning with Ezra still lingering at the edges of his thoughts. Memories of their last encounter replayed vividly in his mind, the intensity of it still pulsing through him. He rolled over in bed and reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found Ezra’s name. For a moment, he hesitated, uncertain how eager he should seem. But excitement won out, and he tapped out a quick message:
Randy: Hey Ezra, wanna grab coffee next weekend?
He hit send, immediately second-guessing himself. Had he come off too eager? Too casual? His phone buzzed in his hand, and he glanced down quickly, stomach tightening.
Ezra: Sure
A grin spread across Randy’s face despite himself. He was going to see Ezra again, and for now, that was all he needed. He got up, heading into the shower with renewed energy, the warm water washing away his lingering uncertainty.
Throughout the day, he caught himself smiling at random moments, thinking about the weekend ahead. He looked forward to talking to Ezra again, to learning more about him besides how much he could lift. He hoped they’d speak and figure out where they connected.
The rest of the day went quickly, slipping into the rhythm of routine classes and study groups. But even as he focused on his work, Ezra stayed firmly in the background, a quiet distraction that kept his mood lighter than usual.
As the churn of the week began, Randy found himself watching the calendar more closely, counting down the days until coffee. His anticipation grew steadily, tempered by the memory of Ezra’s lukewarm reply but still burning strong. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but he couldn’t help it. Ezra had left an impression on him that wasn’t shaking off easily.
On campus, his days passed in predictable patterns. Lectures blurred into each other, punctuated only by brief moments of interest in labs or tutorials. But beneath the ordinary surface of the week was the promise of seeing Ezra again, a bright spot that kept him moving forward.
On Tuesday, Randy found himself restless, the weekend still feeling too far away. He decided to go for a walk between classes to clear his head, taking a familiar route through campus gardens and quiet paths lined with trees.
It was there, on one of these afternoon walks, that he first noticed him.
The boy stood out immediately, striking against the backdrop of typical students milling around. His hair was almost jet black, shining darkly against porcelain skin. The contrast was stark, arresting. He looked younger, likely an undergrad, slender and sharp-featured. Something in his posture, the way he moved with quiet confidence, suggested he might be gay too. Their eyes met briefly as they passed each other, his gaze lingering just a fraction longer than necessary.
But as captivating as he was, Randy’s thoughts quickly drifted back to Ezra, his excitement undiminished.
The week crawled forward, at a pace that was almost intolerable for Randy. Classes and hospital rounds filled the days, familiar routines pulling him through.
By Wednesday, he was restless enough to start taking longer walks between classes, looking for distractions. On the first of those walks, near a shaded path behind the science buildings, he saw the boy again—the dark-haired guy he’d noticed earlier. This time, he was chatting with friends, laughter brightening his delicate features. His voice, soft but clear, carried as Randy passed by. He caught a stray sentence about exams, but it wasn’t the content that held Randy’s attention—it was the tone. Casual, easy, animated. His posture was relaxed and open, comfortable in his skin.
Randy couldn’t help studying him discreetly. His features were almost delicate, set against that stark black hair. Alabaster skin seemed to catch and hold the afternoon light, and his movements, precise but fluid, suggested an ease that stood out. Randy wondered briefly how that skin might feel under his hands, how that laughter might sound if he were the one causing it. But the thought passed quickly. Ezra still held his focus. This boy was just an attractive distraction.
Their paths crossed again on Thursday, near the same spot. This time the boy was alone, strolling slowly with headphones in, lost in his own world. He wore a snug black sweater that hugged his frame, sleeves pulled long past his wrists. Randy slowed his pace slightly, curious if the boy would glance his way again. He did—just a quick look, eyes meeting for a second before dropping, a faint blush rising on pale cheeks.
The reaction felt genuine, more honest than Randy expected.
He shook himself mentally, refocusing. Coffee with Ezra was in two days. That was what mattered. Still, he couldn’t deny the quiet pull this younger guy had, the subtle energy he carried without even trying.
By Friday evening, Randy had seen him at least twice more, always from a distance, always just a glance exchanged. It felt faintly like a game. Nothing more than harmless, background noise to the main event he was waiting for. He put his focus back on Ezra, replaying that casual reply, imagining how their coffee would go. He hoped for easy conversation, maybe something deeper.
The weekend was finally in reach, and Randy was ready for whatever came next.
Randy woke early on Saturday morning, the soft sunlight filtering through the window as he moved quietly through his morning routine. He took his time getting ready, carefully choosing dark, well-tailored jeans and a navy button-up shirt that complemented his lean frame. He slipped into a pair of polished boots and checked his reflection briefly in the mirror. After a slight adjustment to his collar, Randy grabbed his keys and headed out, feeling quietly confident.
The coffee shop Ezra had suggested was nestled in a lively pocket of downtown Toronto, its large windows revealing clusters of patrons already inside, sipping coffee and chatting casually. Randy arrived a few minutes before ten and settled into a table near the window, where he watched passersby stream along the sidewalk, occasionally glancing toward the entrance.
Ezra arrived shortly after ten, stepping into the shop with easy grace. He wore a loose-fitting gray hoodie that draped casually over his torso, revealing the edge of a simple white T-shirt beneath. Faded jeans hugged his hips without appearing tight, the hem casually brushing white sneakers. His dark hair looked carelessly tousled, framing his handsome face with relaxed charm. Ezra scanned the room briefly, spotted Randy, and approached with a calm smile.
“Hey,” Ezra greeted, sliding easily into the chair across from Randy.
“Hey,” Randy returned warmly, his expression brightening. “Glad you could make it.”
Ezra nodded once, relaxed, stretching his legs slightly beneath the table. He glanced around the busy café before meeting Randy’s eyes again. “Yeah, seemed like a good spot,” he said, his tone casual. “You been here before?”
“Once or twice,” Randy said, following Ezra’s gaze around the café briefly. “Always pretty busy, but it’s nice.”
They approached the counter to order, Ezra quickly selecting a basic drip coffee. Randy asked for an Americano. While waiting for their drinks, Ezra made polite, easy small talk with the barista, exchanging a brief laugh that had the young man behind the counter smiling shyly in response.
Once they’d returned to their seats, Ezra leaned back in his chair comfortably, cradling his coffee cup in one hand as the conversation resumed.
“So,” Randy began, voice relaxed, “what’s your work situation like these days? Still enjoying it?”
Ezra shrugged lightly, taking a casual sip of his coffee. “Yeah, it’s fine. Office stuff, mostly spreadsheets and emails all day. It’s not thrilling, but pays the bills, you know?”
Randy nodded, offering a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, med school isn’t all glamour either. Mostly just stress and late nights.”
Ezra chuckled quietly, setting his cup down gently on the table. “At least yours sounds impressive. Telling people I do office admin isn’t exactly a conversation starter.”
Randy smiled gently, eyes warm. “Well, I’m sure there’s more to it than that. What do you do when you’re not chained to your desk?”
Ezra’s gaze brightened slightly, his posture shifting forward just a fraction. “Gym mostly, hang with friends, scroll Instagram. Nothing fancy.”
Ezra's eyes drifted briefly toward the street outside, watching pedestrians pass by as he continued. "Actually, I've been trying to up my gym game lately. Found a few fitness guys on Instagram who post solid workout tips. Plus, they're hot, so—bonus motivation."
Randy laughed softly, shaking his head in amusement. "Whatever works, I guess. Any favorite accounts?"
Ezra took a quick sip of his coffee, nodding. "There's this guy—Jason something. Great physique, good videos, really knows his stuff. I'll send you his profile later. Might help your routine."
Randy nodded appreciatively, leaning forward slightly. "Yeah, sounds good. I'm always open to fresh ideas. But what else keeps you busy? Outside of work and the gym, I mean."
Ezra paused thoughtfully, his gaze drifting for a moment before returning to Randy's face. "Honestly? Not much. Work eats up a lot of time, and I spend whatever's left just chilling, catching up on shows, hanging out at home."
"Fair enough," Randy replied, taking another sip of coffee. "Ever thought about traveling or doing anything more adventurous?"
Ezra shrugged again, his posture remaining relaxed. "Not really. Maybe eventually. For now, just trying to keep things simple."
Randy leaned back slightly in his chair, studying Ezra briefly as silence settled between them for a moment. Ezra's gaze moved easily around the café, taking in the various patrons and the busy movements of the baristas, seemingly content to let the conversation rest comfortably in the quiet.
After a few seconds, Randy shifted topics. "So, what sort of shows are you into these days?"
Ezra's attention immediately perked back up, a slight grin returning to his lips. "Mostly action stuff—nothing too deep. Crime shows, superhero stuff. You know, the usual Netflix binge-type material."
Randy chuckled again, nodding along. "Right, the stuff you can watch while scrolling on your phone without missing much."
"Exactly," Ezra said, laughing softly in return. "Gotta keep the multitasking skills sharp."
Randy smiled gently, watching as Ezra adjusted slightly in his chair. "Well, let me know if you come across something particularly binge-worthy. I'm always on the hunt."
"For sure," Ezra agreed, finishing off his coffee with a satisfied sigh. He glanced briefly at his empty cup, then met Randy's gaze again. "But enough about me—how about you? You ever get time to do anything other than school?"
Randy took a slow breath, considering the question. "Not as much as I'd like, but I try to stay balanced. Gym too, of course, though it sounds like you're probably ahead of me there."
Ezra smiled modestly, offering a casual shrug. "It's a process."
Randy held Ezra's gaze for a moment, hesitating briefly before continuing. "Maybe you can teach me what you’ve learned sometime. I'd be curious to see if I could improve my routine."
Ezra nodded easily, his smile steady. "Yeah, that'd be cool."
Randy smiled back warmly, enjoying the comfortable ease settling between them.
After another ten minutes, Ezra glanced down at his phone and pushed back his chair slightly. Randy took the cue, finishing the last sip of his coffee and standing as well. Ezra stretched, rolling his shoulders before smiling casually at Randy.
"This was good," Ezra said simply, pushing his hands into his pockets. "Nice place."
"Yeah, it was," Randy agreed. "Thanks for suggesting it."
Ezra paused for a moment, his eyes lingering thoughtfully on Randy's face. Then, a faint smirk formed on his lips, and he stepped slightly closer. "You wanna head back to your place?"
Randy blinked, momentarily taken aback, before a slow smile crept onto his face. "Uh, sure," he said, a hint of surprise mingling with the pleasure in his voice. Then he hesitated briefly, considering the suggestion. "Or we could head over to yours—I haven't seen your place yet."
Ezra shook his head gently, his smile sharpening slightly. "Your place is closer. Honestly, you're turning me on too much to wait."
Randy felt heat rush through him at the frankness of Ezra's words, his pulse quickening with anticipation. "Okay," he replied simply, his voice dropping slightly in volume. "Let's go."
They exited the coffee shop together, stepping out into the bright midday sun. Randy's apartment was only a short walk away, the path familiar and comfortable. Ezra walked beside him easily, his strides relaxed but purposeful. Neither said much during the short trip, the silence filled with a growing tension that seemed to pull them steadily closer.
As soon as Randy's apartment door shut behind them, Randy reached out, gripping Ezra by the waist and pulling him into a fierce, hungry kiss. Randy immediately responded, his hands sliding up Ezra's sides, grasping firmly at his hoodie. Their mouths moved roughly together, tongues meeting eagerly as Randy backed Ezra against the wall, pinning him there as their breathing grew heavier.
Ezra broke the kiss for only a moment, eyes dark with lust. "Bedroom?" he asked, voice thick and low.
Randy nodded, breathless, guiding Ezra backward toward the open doorway. They stumbled slightly in their eagerness, clothes already being tugged impatiently aside by the time they reached the door. Ezra's hoodie and T-shirt quickly landed on the floor, exposing the smooth, sculpted lines of his chest. The rest of their clothes were off before they crossed the threshold.
The moment Randy’s bedroom door clicked shut behind them, he seized Ezra roughly by the waist, dragging him forward into a fierce kiss. Ezra yielded immediately, his mouth opening beneath Randy’s insistent lips, inviting his dominance. Randy’s tongue plunged deep, exploring and claiming as Ezra moaned softly against him, his hands grasping Randy’s shoulders for balance.
Randy guided Ezra toward the bed, their movements hurried and impatient. As they reached the edge, Randy broke the kiss abruptly and pressed down firmly on Ezra’s shoulders, forcing him to his knees. Ezra submitted without hesitation, eyes lifting obediently, hungry for direction.
"Open," Randy commanded sharply.
Ezra's lips parted instantly, and Randy slid his cock between them, burying himself deep into the wet heat of Ezra’s mouth. Ezra sucked greedily, his tongue swirling around Randy’s shaft, every movement designed to please. Randy groaned roughly, fingers threading tightly through Ezra’s hair, holding his head in place as he thrust deeper into the boy’s eager throat.
After a few moments, Randy pulled free with a low growl, turning around to lean forward against the bed. Ezra understood immediately, his mouth quickly shifting focus. He pressed his face between Randy’s firm cheeks, tongue darting out to lick and tease Randy’s hole. Ezra moved expertly, his hands gripping Randy’s hips as his mouth worked diligently, sending sparks of pleasure through Randy's body.
The sensation was overwhelming, but Randy quickly reclaimed control. Straightening up sharply, he turned back to face Ezra, who stared up at him, panting softly, awaiting the next instruction.
Randy didn’t hesitate, firmly pressing one foot against Ezra’s chest, nudging him onto his back. Ezra obediently lay flat against the floor, gaze locked upwards. Randy lifted his foot and placed it firmly against Ezra's lips.
"Lick," Randy ordered, voice firm and authoritative.
Ezra's mouth opened eagerly, tongue gliding smoothly along the sole of Randy’s foot without any hesitation. He performed the task eagerly, eyes glazed with lust and surrender, clearly relishing his submission. Randy watched intently, his arousal surging at the sight of Ezra willingly degrading himself to please him.
He shifted his foot slightly, pressing harder against Ezra’s lips, and Ezra obediently opened his mouth wider, allowing Randy to slide his toes inside. Ezra sucked them skillfully, tongue swirling and teasing, eyes locked reverently on Randy’s face. Randy smiled darkly, savoring the boy’s wanton submission.
Randy eventually pulled his foot away, reaching down to roughly grasp Ezra by the chin, forcing him back to his knees. Ezra looked up obediently, mouth open, tongue extended in quiet anticipation.
Randy held Ezra’s gaze, gathering saliva in his mouth, before leaning down to slowly dribble it onto Ezra’s waiting tongue. Ezra swallowed greedily, eyes darkening further with lustful submission.
Without breaking eye contact, Randy spat firmly, the saliva landing across Ezra’s cheek and lips, marking him visibly. Ezra whimpered softly, but didn't move to wipe it away, instead staring up at Randy, face wet, expression filled with hunger and readiness for more.
Randy pulled Ezra to his feet roughly, guiding him back onto the bed. Ezra fell willingly onto the mattress, legs spreading wide in clear invitation. He positioned himself between Ezra’s legs, pushing them back aggressively to expose him completely.
Without ceremony, Randy pressed the slick head of his cock against Ezra’s entrance and thrust in sharply. Ezra gasped loudly, his hands gripping the sheets tightly, back arching up to meet Randy’s deepening thrusts. Randy took Ezra harder than he ever had before, each movement forceful and demanding. The bed creaked beneath them, the rhythmic sounds echoing in the quiet apartment, mingled with Ezra’s increasingly desperate cries of pleasure.
Ezra’s moans filled the air, growing louder, more insistent. "Fuck yes," Ezra gasped, pushing back eagerly to meet Randy’s thrusts. "Harder, Randy—give me more."
The words only fueled Randy’s intensity. He leaned down, gripping Ezra's wrists and pinning them forcefully above his head. Their mouths crashed together, kisses raw and animalistic, teeth scraping against lips, tongues wrestling urgently. Randy’s dominance was absolute, his body driving into Ezra relentlessly, filling him again and again.
"Filthy fucking slut," Randy growled against Ezra’s ear, his voice dark with lust. "Taking my cock the way you were meant to."
Ezra whimpered beneath him, pleasure twisting his features as Randy’s hips snapped sharply forward. Ezra’s entire body trembled, legs wrapping tighter around Randy’s waist to draw him in deeper. The bed frame groaned under the strain, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
Randy raised himself slightly, his hand moving to grip Ezra’s throat possessively, applying just enough pressure to assert his control. Ezra’s eyes widened briefly before settling into blissful surrender, moaning softly as Randy held him firmly in place. Randy’s hips maintained their ruthless pace, each stroke hitting deep, driving Ezra toward a frantic edge.
"Tell me how much you need it," Randy demanded sharply, his eyes blazing with dominance.
Ezra’s voice was breathless, ragged with desperation. "I need it, Randy—I fucking need you. Use me."
Randy’s grip tightened just a fraction, and Ezra moaned louder, his body arching beautifully beneath him, offering himself completely. Randy spat directly onto Ezra’s cheek again, the humiliation mingling with pleasure in Ezra’s eyes. Ezra’s tongue flicked out, licking the spit eagerly, showing Randy exactly how willing he was to be owned, controlled, and degraded.
The sight drove Randy wild with lust, his rhythm accelerating even further, taking Ezra with renewed force. The intensity mounted, every movement demanding and relentless, each thrust met by Ezra’s enthusiastic pleas for more. Ezra’s voice became raw with pleasure, shamelessly begging as Randy ravaged him.
"Harder," Ezra panted desperately. "Fuck—please, Randy, harder."
Randy obliged ruthlessly, hips pounding forward without mercy, determined to push Ezra to his absolute limit. Ezra writhed beneath him, completely abandoned to the intensity of Randy’s domination, their bodies locked together in raw, carnal need.
Randy felt his climax approaching, his thrusts becoming erratic and savage as Ezra continued to meet each movement with equal fervor. Ezra's cries grew louder, his entire body shaking beneath Randy, urging him on with every ragged gasp.
Randy released Ezra's throat, bracing himself against the bed as his climax hit him fiercely. He came hard, shuddering as his cock throbbed deep inside Ezra, filling him completely. Randy's fingers dug sharply into Ezra's hips, holding him firmly as wave after wave of pleasure overtook him.
Breathless, Randy slowly withdrew, his gaze fixed possessively on Ezra. Without hesitation, he moved forward, pressing the slick head of his spent cock firmly against Ezra's lips.
"Clean me," Randy demanded sharply.
Ezra opened his mouth immediately, taking Randy’s cock deeply once more, his tongue sliding along its length, expertly cleaning off every trace of their encounter. His eyes gazed upward submissively, seeking approval even as Randy’s spit and cum marked his flushed face.
"Fucking slut," Randy murmured roughly, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You'd do anything for another taste of my cock, wouldn't you?"
Ezra responded by taking him even deeper, humming softly around him in clear agreement. Randy watched intently, his hand gripping Ezra's hair firmly, guiding his head as Ezra obediently finished his task.
Once Randy was satisfied, he released Ezra, stepping back slightly to take in the sight before him. Ezra lay back on the bed, skin glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling rapidly. His face bore Randy's marks clearly, saliva and cum smearing his lips and chin, eyes glazed with post-orgasmic satisfaction.
Ezra let out a soft, contented sigh, stretching languidly against the sheets. "Fuck," he whispered breathlessly, eyes closed for a moment. "That was incredible."
Randy allowed himself a brief smirk of satisfaction, watching Ezra catch his breath. "Good," he replied evenly, voice still firm, though slightly softer now. He ran a possessive hand along Ezra's thigh, appreciating the warmth radiating from Ezra's skin.
Ezra opened his eyes, a lazy smile crossing his lips as he looked up at Randy. "Mind if I grab a quick shower before I head out?"
Randy nodded casually, gesturing toward the bathroom. "Go ahead."
Ezra rose slowly from the bed, stretching his lean body with quiet satisfaction as he moved toward the bathroom. Randy watched him disappear into the adjoining room, the sound of running water soon following. He settled onto his bed, feeling the pleasant exhaustion of release spreading warmly through his body.
The morning had gone well. Better than he had expected, even. Between their comfortable conversation at the coffee shop and the intense pleasure they'd just shared, Randy felt deeply satisfied. He relaxed into the mattress, savoring the peaceful hum of contentment that lingered in the aftermath. Things with Ezra were unfolding just as he'd hoped, and for the moment, he allowed himself to simply enjoy it.
Comments
Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
Ezra is definitely fire in the bedroom. The question is whether he can be 'the one' or if he'll eventually just be 'another one'. Clearly people see the problems, but maybe Randy can bring him to heel if he does too?
robert
Ezra is a dominant bottom to me and Randy does not realize that or Want that. To me Ezra will give him all he wants in the bedroom, but outside of that, nothing else.
Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
I love how what I thought was a throwaway line in the chapter is causing so much controversy ! I do try to write real characters, not ideal characters though. Randy is young and enamoured with Ezra. He might be thinking with his little head instead of his big one. We'll see how that works out for him! 😉
BkrBtm
Here I was naively thinking Ezra’s place was a mess. Or he felt more controlled if he’s at Randy’s place. But him having someone at home is definitely possible. Love this story! Love how Randy may be dom in the bedroom but he is actually maybe not as dom in life as he thought.
