Date: Wed, 4 May 2011 10:18:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tracy's New Saturday Schedule

Saturdays used to be boring. Tracy would sleep late, wander around the house. If
there was a list of chores on the frig, he'd complete those then see if anyone
he knew was around to see a film, go bowling, play video games.

Things had changed.

Guys and girls at school looked at him and then either looked away or smiled at
him. Nobody used to know he existed until recently.

Fridays, the slips of paper or quiet conversations would stop him in the
hallways, boys' room or text messages would buzz him constantly.

And now he awakens very early Saturday mornings. Breakfast, a quick few laps in
the family pool, then he went about the list of appointments.

There was Donovan who usually was ready for him. It was simple, a quick in and
out thing. Tracy chuckled at the phrase. He'd tip toe downstairs to the basement
bedroom, strip naked, locate the bottle of KY and slide in and out until Donovan
groaned and apparently orgasmed under him into the sheets.

Mr. Sampler was usually in the shower. He accepted the deal of trading grades
for what Tracy had to offer. There wasn't any conversation. Tracy, still coated
with sweat from Donovan's appointment stepped under the hot shower sprays and
aimed his gift. Sampler jacked until he exploded into the drain. A quick pat on
Tracy's bare butt and it was done.

Grinder was usually stoned or had already been beer guzzling. He was a huge guy
which the football team welcomed to block oncoming offensive team members from
other schools. He looked up and grunted then moved to the bed on his hands and
knees to admit his desired pleasure. He could orgasm without touching himself if
Tracy did it right which he usually did.

By noon Tracy was tired. He had held back from his own orgasm. It wasn't easy.
Being suddenly accepted and wanted added to the thrill. Lying on his own bed
relaxing, he waited.

Kyle arrived as promised and stripped naked. Tracy liked watching the boy naked,
especially when he showed his latest muscle development off. He occasionally
would add dance moves before kneeling to accept Tracy down his wide open throat.
It was his own talent he learned young, he said. And Tracy liked the warmth of
his throat. It was different then the guts of those he had sought earlier.

Tracytongued and swallowed taking Tracy's stored up prostate packed sperm.

They lay together while Kyle massaged, pinched and played until Tracy was ready
to lie on top of him and swivel his hips rubbing the boy's insides. It took time
so soon after Tracy's orgasm which was what they counted on. As they moved to
the side in a spooning position, Tracy knew it was time for Kyle's own ending
and he reached around to stroke the boys bone as he continued to piston him.

Afternoons weren't time for movies or bowling now. Tracy rested. His job would
start in the evening. It would take all night sometimes even into Sunday
evening.


Sometimes others were already waiting for him. Other times only the man who
employed him was there. He stepped into the basement door entrance and prepared
himself and waited. The man approached and decided his uniform. Sometimes it was
minor, only a snugly fitted two inch wide bit of leather surrounding his neck.

Other times straps crossed his body with metal rings that surrounded his
genitals.


If there was a need to update his condition the man would do it or have others
there do it. Tracy stood, knelt or lay quietly as his latest hair growth was
taken from him.
And the night of role playing, ceremonial pursuits, tests, fantasies and
satisfaction began lasting hours. Tracy did what he was told, sometimes
remaining in a metal environment watching others occasionally lapping at the
body parts jutted through the bars, other times he was in the center of the
activity and still other times there were many there and Tracy was used as they
decided he was needed.

Sundays he knelt while the morning man shower left him reeking of the gland
created excretions that the others provided. Inhaling the stench he jogged to
his own house for a hot shower and deep sleep nap.

Mondays it all started again as Tracy walked across campus while knowing eyes
looked at him, some whispered to each other, some nodded, others smiled and
sometimes a paper or card was stuck into his hand as he passed.

The Internet had changed his life and continued to display his god given gift
and his pursuit of his talents.

Grades improved, friends increased, bank account grew and his desire to continue
his new life flamed as hot as his libido.

There would be five days ahead of classes, events and laughing at lunch with
others who never spoke the words that were hidden in their heads full of
fantasies.


Nights were full of homework, family dining and sleep, that is until Friday
night when he went to bed early..He had to recharge and sleep the night before
his new Saturday schedule.

Tracyenjoyed his new life and others enjoyed him.