Date: Fri, 08 Oct 2010 09:15:51 -0400
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: What was I thinking  Part four

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What Was I Thinking?  Part Four

Just before 2:00 PM the next day, I popped my head into Mr. Booker's office
and told him that I needed to go to the dentist; of course I was really
following the orders of my other boss, Danny.

Mr. Booker looked up from his desk and laughing said, "Enjoy your
drilling."

`What a strange little man,' I thought.

I raced home and changed into to something more casual to wear into the
woods. I took the short walk to the edge of the small forest and began to
walk in. The trees and bushes were so thick; I was under cover within the
first twenty yards. I continued walking deeper, following a foot path, not
really sure exactly where I was going. Soon I was into the center of the
forest and that's when I was attacked.

Out of nowhere a dozen naked boys came at me. Well not all were totally
naked; some wore just their boxers or briefs, others dressed like Tarzan,
with just loin clothes, while they ran around shirtless. It didn't take
long for them to gain control of me and soon I had been stripped of
everything but my pink lacey panties. As I was pushed along into another
side path, other boys joined the pack. Each gave me a feel or pinched my
ass. I was their prisoner and I knew it.

We rounded a corner and there in front of me I saw a small shanty, covered
with camouflage. The door swung open and I could see Bobby standing there
inside, he was completely naked and I began to get hard at the sight of
him. Then just before we arrived at the front door, I was pushed to my
knees and my arms were held tightly. On my left I saw Doug Olson, our paper
boy. He's about 16, I think, but I never really noticed how defined he
was. I'll have to remember to give him a bigger tip next time. However,
this time, instead of a newspaper, he had a branch from one of the trees;
it had been stripped of all its leaves and looked more like a rod. My head
turned back to the shanty, as I watched Danny come from inside and he stood
before me.

I began to worry; he did not look friendly. He spoke, "Greg, tell my gang
who your leader is", he demanded. I thought about this a little too long
and felt Doug swing his rod, striking by ass. I jumped as much as my
captors would allow and answered more quickly this time.

"You are my leader, Danny", thinking to myself; that perhaps at this point
in my life, he was.

Then Danny stepped forward and pushed his shorts down. Out popped his hard
dick and he said to me, "Show the boys how much you respect me,
please". Well, I did respect that dick of his, it seemed like it had grown
from the first time I had seen it and I had to admit, I did like sucking
him. So I leaned forward and took him in. There in front of the whole
tribe, I sucked Danny until he pulled out and shot his cum all over my
face. He said, "Lick it!" I did my best to clean every drop my tongue could
reach.

Then, the boys brought me up and took me inside the shanty. Against the
backside of the little shack were ropes tied to tree limbs. I was placed
there and totally secured. That's when I was stripped of my panties and
they were thrown aside.

I was naked and my legs were stretched wide open. Now the fun began. Each
of the boys, yeah, I would say about twenty of them, took their turn.

John and Carl, the two boys I always saw skate boarding down our street,
went first. They were cute, standing there in their boxers, until Carl
pushed his down and stuffed his nice size dick between my lips. I finished
him off and John stepped up to the plate for more of the same, these boys
were hung! Who would have known that they were so fine?

Then the rest of the boys advanced. Some wanted blow jobs, some wanted to
fuck me, others wanted everything and I serviced them all, even Jonny
Caster, the kid that always steal grapes while shopping in the produce
department. His little balls reminded me of those small globes he liked to
pop in his mouth and now I was sucking on them through his nut sack. Even
Ryan Foster was there, along with almost all the Scouts I had let touch me
just a few nights back. This time, Ryan pushed his little fat cock into my
ass, and then he farted just before he let go of his load.

As I sucked, Tommy Phillips, a nice boy I see in church all the time, I saw
Danny collecting funds from each boy. I was making him a rich little
teenager, but what choice was there? During the entire ordeal, my true
love, Bobby stood back watching. He remained naked and from time to time
the hardness of his dick came and went, as he watched me perform my
duties. I guess that was his job. I really wished each boy had just been
Bobby. What was I thinking?

****

The sun was going down as I finished the last boy and the last request for
sexual favors. Soon the boys began to dress and start heading for home. I
had hoped I would be released so I could do the same, but Danny had other
plans. Bobby slipped his clothes back on and came over looking sad, but
saying nothing, he gave me a kiss. I wondered if Danny controlled him too.

All the boys were gone and Danny came back in to tell me that there was one
more customer coming and I was to do my best, because this one had paid the
most. I pleaded to be untied, but he just laughed and ran out the door.

All alone, tied, with cum streaming from my ass and more all over my face,
I was not happy, and now the bugs were beginning to bite me
everywhere. This just made my situation ever more desperate. However, it
made me think about how I had gotten into this. What was I thinking, what
the hell was I thinking?

It was almost dark when I heard noises from the front of the shanty. In the
twilight, I watched the door open; I tried to focus my eyes to see which
boy was returning for yet another round with me. The door pushed all the
way open and there in the shadows stood a rounded pudgy figure, he moved
towards me and I looked up into his eyes, shaking my head back and
forth. All I could say was,

"Hi Mr. Booker, what are you doing here?"

"Greg, this is a dream come true for me. I have always wished I could get
you just like this. Now, thanks to Danny, I've got my chance and it is
going to be worth every dollar I had to give the little Pirate. "

"No, Mr. Booker, you're not going to..." What was I thinking? Of course he
was!

I watched him strip, I had no choice. I watched him come up to me and then
he went to his knees and sucked me like I had never been sucked. The man
was very good. I could tell he was really enjoying this.

When he was done, he carefully guided me to the ground and mounted me and
then I felt the sharp pain of him going into me. He must have fucked me for
over a half hour before he came. Then he lay next to me while catching his
breath saying, "Greg, that was the best fuck I have ever had, I want to do
that a lot more, boy."

"Yes sir," I said. What was I thinking?

"Greg, tomorrow you'll become Senior Stockman, we'll have lunch together
every day in my office while I teach you all your new responsibilities. Do
you understand what I'm saying, Greg?"

"Yes sir, I think I'm getting a new job."

He laughed and kissed me on the lips, I let him; what was I thinking?
That's when he grabbed my pink lacey panties, saying they were now a
memento of our first time together. I had a deep feeling this was far from
the last time I would be doing things like this with Mr. Booker.

He dressed and, panties in hand, he headed out the door, explaining he
needed to close the store that night.

It never occurred to me to ask him to untie me. What was I thinking?

****

There in the darkness of the deep center of the forest, I sat in the little
shanty, tied to branches and wondering where my life had taken such a
severe turn. I knew the answer; it was when I fell in love with Bobby. I
tried to think back to when that really happened and I realized I had
probably been interested in Bobby long before I let him mow the yard that
first day. I think now I realized that I rationalized that day that this
was a onetime deal. I now understood I had wanted something to happen
between us and perhaps so had he. I knew I loved Bobby and I was pretty
sure he was in love with me, but now what was I to do?

Bugs biting, the air turning cold, I wondered if anyone would ever find me,
or when they did, how I would explain what I was doing here tied and
naked. That's when I heard the footsteps and became scared. Who would be
out in these woods at this hour? Perhaps it was some of the homeless guys
looking for a place to sleep off their cheap wine highs. I shivered at the
thought of them finding me here like this. I was sure that sex with them
would not be as enjoyable as all that I shared with the boys today.

A bang and a push and the door flew open. There in the night with a small
flashlight in checkered pajamas, was my boy, my lover, Bobby.

****

It took him a while to untie me because we stopped and kissed over and over
again. In between the kisses he tried to explain. He really didn't want to
share me with all those other boys, but that was the way Danny wanted it
and in his life, like mine, Danny was the boss. How his little brother had
gotten that much control over him, I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

Now I was free and still naked, not even the pink panties this time. But I
was with Bobby and he took care of me. Together we weaved through the woods
and down back streets, making our way home. Twice we ducked behind bushes
as cars came by, taking a little extra time for him to stroke me and make
loving kisses with each other.

Finally at the side of my house, I tried my window, it was locked, though I
was sure I had left it open. Now around to the front porch, I would need to
go in through the front door, but before I did, Bobby and I had one more
interlude for that night.

He reached over taking my cock, he slid to his knees and in the moon light
from above, he sucked me and in turn, I took my turn, slipping those
checkered pajamas off of him and giving him the loving he enjoyed so
much. In the end, we kissed and he licked a little of his own cum off my
lips, while telling me of his love for me and hopes we would never part.

I watched him as he scampered home. Skipping down the walk like a happy
lover boy should. I whispered "I love you." What was I thinking?

****

Twisting the doorknob to enter the front hall, I was covered with dry cum
from head to toe. There was still a stream of it sliding down my leg from
my ass. My lips were covered from finishing Bobby off and my hard dick was
shiny from his last lick. The door squeaked and I slid in through the
smallest opening I could make. Home at last, but then the lights went on
and there in front of me was Dad. This time he was holding the pair of
Bobby's underwear that I had pulled from the pool.

****

Six months have gone by since that last night in Dad's house. My life has
changed dramatically.

That night I drove around after Dad told me to pack up my things, yelling
nasty things at me as I drove away. I had nowhere to go and so I found
myself at the door of Mr. Booker's small house.

He opened the door and took one look at me, we hugged and I spent the night
in his bed, once again covered in cum.

The next day he showed me my new room, it was done all in pink, in hopes
that some day he could share it with me; it was lovely. The rules were set
and I knew I needed to follow them. Mostly they aren't that bad, I've
gotten use to a lot of new things.

Each day at work, I stop by and he and I have lunch together. Of course we
each get a blow job at the end and he gets a piece of my end, if you know
what I mean.

Also, now after work I need to go right home; Danny's orders. I never know
if he'll have a client waiting for me or not. As soon as I get to my room,
I strip off my work clothes and slip into something sexy. Danny says it's
important for me to make his clients happy.

His clients aren't all boys from the neighborhood anymore. Like for
example, the guy who cuts my hair at Great Clips has come by a few
times. Who knew those guys were gay?

It takes a little longer to get home, now that I have to walk there. Danny
said I really didn't need a car. He's right of course, I'm not allowed to
go anywhere. So Danny had me sign my car over to Bobby when he turned
sixteen a couple months ago. But if I ever do need a ride, Bobby is glad to
pick me up, receiving, a really good blow job and gas money for his efforts
of course.

Yeah I still get to see Bobby. As long as I give Danny $50 a week, he lets
Bobby come over and we get an entire afternoon together. Bobby has duties
though; he's responsible for keeping me shaved. Not just around my dick,
but my under arms and legs too. Danny says I look better that way and hey,
he's the boss.

I really don't miss my old life and I don't need my boxers anymore. Danny
took them all away anyway, but Mr. Booker buys me the prettiest panties
now.

Each day Danny will text me, telling me what to wear. Sometimes it's the
pretty little cheerleader outfit, or the nurse's uniform. Or for the
paperboy, Doug Olson, he likes me to dress up as a housewife in a short
dress and high heels. It's a lovely light blue dress, I'm actually wearing
it today. He and Danny should be here any minute for me to do my strip and
suck for Doug.

I'm almost ready and a little excited, because today is payday as well and
sometimes Danny lets me suck him, if I give him an extra twenty, he is such
a great boss.

Yeah, I'm just slipping into that pretty blue dress over my black bikini
panties.

`Oh silly me,' I laughed to myself, `Doug likes the white ones...'

What was I thinking?


The End