Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2016 14:25:42 -0600
From: mcinnis50@gmail.com
Subject: A Deep But Unequal Relationship

I had been waiting all day for him to come home to celebrate. We had been
living together for over a year, and had been together for the past
three. It started as purely sexual- he was my neighbor and as I became more
aware of sex, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I would jerk off non-stop
to him. As I got older we would casually run into each other- saying almost
nothing, but me wanting it to spiral into sex and love. I decided to ask
neighbors if I could mow their lawns for money- almost entirely as a
pretext for talking to him. Going up to his door was so anxiety inducing-
me wanting him to pull out his dick, but worrying he would say no or be
angry. He seemed amused- which I made sexual in my mind. When I would go
mow his lawn, I'd always do push ups before and go through all the possible
ways things would turn sexual. The most that ever happened though, was him
taking a shower and me looking a bit too much through the window. When he
paid me he had a smirk and told me he could take care of his yard from now
on.... which felt embarrassing and devastating to lose my best interaction
with him. But then he asked how old I was. When I told him 17, he said
"cool- 18 is a big year- you can do a lot more then." Then he told me he's
around and I shouldn't be a stranger.

I took this a million ways, but mostly that he wanted a relationship with
me the minute I turned 18. I went off to college before then, but thought a
lot about him. Over Christmas I tried to watch his house, hoping he'd be
out and I could run into him, but he seemed to be out of town. Same with
Spring Break. I sort of put it all in the back of my mind, but hotly
anticipated that things would be different during the summer. They mostly
weren't until July fourth. He came to my parent's bbq and I kept trying to
not stare. He caught me staring twice though, and I was really embarrassed.

Later he seemed to have left and I was planning how I would see him in a
way that I could talk to him, when he suddenly grabbed my arm when I was in
the kitchen.

"How are you Mike?" He asked- and a smirk crept across his face as he
waited for my answer. "Good, just working and saving the money."

He sat there and stared- his smirk softening like he was turning to more
stoic emotions.

"I told you to come see me when you turned 18- why didn't you?"

I was stunned- this was clearly a come on- not far from my fantasies, but I
didn't know how to respond to make him happy.

"I wanted to over Christmas, but I never saw you home." He stared at me
like this wasn't enough. "Same with Spring Break- I wanted to stop by but
didn't look like you were home."

He laughed and smiled "You've been paying attention then? That's good. But
you should have come to the door- stop being shy with me." The smile
disappeared and his stare was back. Assertive and dominant and not terribly
patient- it made me feel I needed to make things better. He seemed to know
this and enjoyed that I didn't know what to do.

I just looked at him and said "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Well you know now."

He smiled slightly and walked towards the front of the house. At the front
door he turned and said curtly "what are you waiting for?"

I was stunned, but looked out the window at my parents in the backyard and
then stared at him and started walking. I followed him to his house and as
soon as I entered he reached down and grabbed my ass under my underwear-
thick middle finger rubbing and pushing as his mouth covered mine. It all
happened quickly - him pushing me down to swallow his dick, him turning me
around and grabbing me around my stomach while his huge cock head pushed at
my hole, him pushing it in past my loudness and him fucking me hard and
fast and roughly while his arms alternated between grabbing my shoulders
and squeezing my torso.

He came inside me- and then I felt his full weight. He just hung on my with
his huge body- the tension released with his cum inside me. I struggled to
hold us both up and eventually he lifted slightly. His mouth went on my
neck and he playfully ran his teeth over my skin repeatedly.

Then he pushed off of me and his dick plopped out. I felt cum ooze down my
leg as he walked off.

I heard him turn on the shower and get in. I decided to join him, but he
told me to wait. I just stood there watching him - thick and beautiful -
with my dick hard as concrete. I started to stroke and he snapped "hey-
that's not yours to touch!" I released and stared at him and he opened the
shower door. "If you want to get off, it's using my dick... suck it and
I'll put it back in you. May take a while, but it'll happen." I kneeled
down and started to blow him and his dick swelled again as he breathed out
sighs. "That's right- and you'll always be horny and ready." I kept blowing
him. "I'll want to use you at least twice a day. Sometimes a lot more than
that. If you're getting yourself off, you won't want my dick in your ass
that often- so this is a good thing- we're both going to cum as often as we
need to." I was so turned on and was pushing his dick further and further
back in my throat- but I didn't get his comment that we'd both cum as often
as we need to.

He grabbed my neck said "oh that's it" and slid his dick all the way down
my throat. I pushed back, but he held me still with his large dense
hands. "Don't move... don't move... Relax and you'll make me very
happy... Keep it there... Hold on... " I stopped struggling and just stayed
still while his hugely thick penis throbbed inside my throat. "Gooooood" he
said, slowly releasing his firm grip. I stayed still for a second longer
and he pulled my head back and looked down at me. "That makes me feel
really good, so you're going to learn to do that more and better." He added
"Making my dick happy is your primary goal in life right now." He looked at
the wall and grabbed some shampoo and said "speaking of- turn around so I
can pound you again."

He poured shampoo all over his hand and coated his cock, then used the
excess to poke inside me. "God I love a tight fucking virgin." He laughed
as he slid his fingers out and put his slimy cock head at my hole "I love
fucking a tight virgin hole." He seemed pleased by his wordplay, but went
silent and slammed his thick cock inside me. It went in slickly, and
stretched me like crazy. He started pounding me and pushed me up against
the shower wall. After a bit I reached down and started to stroke my wildly
hard cock and he smacked the top of my head "No! I told you- you'll cum as
often as you need to. Don't touch your dick!"

He continued his fucking, but seemed a bit angry with me. His body was all
over me a minute ago, but now it was his thick cock inside me, his crotch
slamming into my ass, and his hands pulling my hips back and forth. I was
thinking about why I wouldn't touch my dick and how I would cum without
that. He kept pounding away and then sped up, and held it there and shot
inside me. He stayed still for a minute then slid my hips forward as his
dick popped out. He went right back to showering and I turned around. "Wait
outside until I'm done."

I got out and waited- again large amounts of cum slid down my leg as I
waited.

I was a bit uncertain of what to think or how to act, but he looked so
comfortable and unconcerned in the shower- and My mostly hard dick went
fully erect watching his dick go from hard to soft. It was really thick,
and I liked that a lot.

He got out of the shower and put his hand out- I understood he wanted his
towel and I gave it to him and got in. "Be quick and then come see me." I
washed up while looking at him leave the room and turned off the water. The
only towel was a hand one, so I used it to dry off as best I could. My dick
was still raging hard, but I didn't dare touch it. I left and looked for
him and he was in the kitchen in his towel.

"That was good, but you'll get better. Any questions for me?" He looked at
me stoicly "If you have questions- ask- it's the best way to learn how to
make me happy."

I looked in his eyes and decided to let him lead me. "Why can't I touch my
dick?" I asked calmly. "I thought you said I'd come."

He stared at me and kept eating. "If your body needs to cum- it can cum
from me fucking you."

This didn't make sense- "Really?"

"Yes- but not if you're getting off with your dick. And not often. But
that's how it needs to be. It keeps you as horny as my- I mean look at your
dick!" He laughed at my erection- which made me feel comfortable like we
were friends.

"If you got off earlier- you'd be satisfied. If you were- you'd start
thinking about how rough I was with your ass- I'm not gentle and I'm not
going to be gentle. As it is- you're horny, so you're willing to put your
ass through hell- just for the off chance that you'll be able to cum from
me fucking you. And that's what we need- I cum two to twenty times a day-
your ass is always open when I need it. Your blue balls ensure you'll give
me your ass- so they need to stay blue. If it's too much, you'll cum from
my slamming into your prostate."

I tried to take this in, but I had no idea what my prostate was or how this
would work, or frankly if he was being serious or just conning me into
being a total whore for him. He just kept eating and staring at my face and
my dick.

"I mean- looks like you're ready to get fucked again now. Get over here and
turn around."

I don't know why, but I felt good walking over to him. He turned me around
and slid a wet finger in as I leaned forward on the counter. Then came his
dick. Unlike when he was distant in for the last part of the shower, his
body was heavy all over me again- which made me feel like he was happy with
me which I loved. He slowed his fucking down and ground his dick on the
bottom deeply.

"That's your prostate." He said as my body reacted. "Yeah- yours is
sensitive- you'll get used to this." He then picked up the pace and his
full body was slamming into mine. I focused on my prostate feeling an
orgasm coming on. I started to grunt as he picked up the speed. I could
feel it building as he slammed hard and stayed there three times. The last
time he didn't move and I felt cum shoot inside me. I knew if I could even
just touch my dick to the counter I would shoot, but I couldn't reach
it. He pulled back and my prostate lost pressure. I was still hard as a
rock, but the orgasm stalled and then slowly started to go away.

"Ugh- that was better- you're getting the hang of it."

"I was really close"

"Yeah I'm sure- but I'm glad you didn't. You still need to go home and
explain where you went to your family. If you came, you'd be thinking
clearly and would decide to not come back. Now - you'll do anything I tell
you to. Perfect training mode for me to mold you into someone focused on my
dick."

I realized I was in a different mind space and needed to get home and tell
my parents I went for a walk or whatever.

"Don't worry about anything- tell your parents you came here and I made you
my wife and you'll be happy. Make me breakfast and clean the house and pay
me rent and get me off over and over and over. That'll make you happy. If
you're too scared, just tell them whatever and come back tonight and let me
fuck you some more. All the same to me. My only command is that you not
touch your dick at all. If you do, I'll be able to tell and I will reject
you. You're here on my terms -and I expect to mold you into what I need to
satisfy my dick."

I got dressed and left. The day was a blur- my parents didn't even ask
where I went, but I kept thinking about it all. I had an erection that went
from half hard to fully hard the entire day. At 7 I went back to his
house. He took off my clothes and my erection was ridiculous. "Good boy-
let's get to fucking."





From that point on I learned what he liked. Eventually I told my parents
that we were dating and they took it terribly, but I was in such a constant
state of horniness that nothing else mattered. When I told him he smiled
and said "good- now nothing will keep my dick out of your hole." And it
made me feel really great. I ended up coming from getting fucked, but it
took a long while, and while it was great, it was true that I noticed how
rough my ass felt only after coming. Blue balls really did help me always
stay ready for him. And his sex drive was absurd. I was fucked at least
once every morning (then he'd hop in the shower as I cooked steak and eggs
for breakfast), and at least once every night (usually as soon as he got
home from work- without a word before he fucked me, and usually at night
before he fell asleep, often with his dick still inside me).

So this has been going on for a long time, and I love him so much. And
today the supreme court ruled for marriage equality- and I am really
excited for him to come home.

I hear the garage open and in he walks- he looks stressed, so I go into
making him happy mode- a fuck on the couch and boy is it rough
today. Usually we talk after- he'll ask me what I made for dinner, usually
a steak- but today he just went to his room. I walk in and he looks up from
the bed "dinner ready?"

"Yeah- steak again- which should make you happy!" I wanted to get him
talking.

"Steak is great for getting me horny- you must be dying for another good
fuck" he says as a smile goes across his face.

I smiled back at him- knowing he loved it when I'm horny. He walked over to
me, reached behind me and shoved two fingers inside me roughly. He growled
"Dinner will have to wait" and spun me around. He was quick and intense
getting in, but kept holding off on cumming- everytime he came close (I
knew him well enough to know the signs) he'd pause and slow down. After
work sex was usually silent and standard- he needs to let off steam after
work, but it became clear he wanted this to last in way like our morning
sex on the weekends or bedtime sex. We went at it for about forty minutes
before he finished. He started walking to the bathroom and said "Now how
about you go and make me a new dinner?"

I went to the kitchen and got things ready. It was rushed and ad hoc, but
when he came in there was a good spread. I would always wait for him to
invite me to eat, and it took a longer time than usual. He actually
finished his steak, and cut half of my smaller steak and ate that. When he
finished he stood up and pulled down his pants "before you eat dinner- suck
me off."

I didn't get what the deal was tonight- I guessed he was excited about the
supreme court also, and wanted our relationship dynamic -him leading and me
pleasing- to be amplified. It was really doing it for me, so I was happy to
suck him off before eating. Usually I swallow his cum, but he pulled out
and shot gobby loads all over my face before shoving his thick dick back
in. He smeared it with his stomach and then pulled out and walked to his
room (we share it, but it's his house and his kitchen and his room- he's
adamant that he is the man of the house).

I ate what was left for me with a raging erection, hoping he's want to fuck
me again so I'd have the chance for relief. I cleaned the kitchen and then
joined him on the couch where he was watching tv. I sat next to him and put
my arm on his torso and my head on his shoulder. It was the news- supreme
court decision and celebration. It made me happy, because I wouldn't have
to bring it up now that he probably would.

"What do you think of that?"

"I think it's great!" I answered.

"Hmm"

We sat and watched it for a while.

"You think I should get married?" He asked.

I thought this was a funny way to ask it- why not ask if "we" should get
married?

"I think you'd make a great husband." I answered.

He laughed and looked at me. "You think I'd marry you?" Silence. "You're
already totally committed to me and pay me rent and let me fuck you
whenever. If I get married it'll be to someone that finished college and
has a good job and respect. You can't even see your parents anymore because
you're my full time butt boy."

I was stunned. He looked at the TV and then gave me a squeeze around my
shoulders. "I mean- glad you're here for me, but you know I'd need more."

So here I was- didn't finish college and humiliated by my parents that
lived nine houses away- decent job, but most of it goes to pay him rent and
buy groceries I make for him- I spend all day pleasing him, and he doesn't
think our relationship is real. Maybe it isn't- how could I have deluded
myself that it was?

He could sense something was up- "hey man- I appreciate all you do for
me. And I know you love me, and I'm really glad about that. You wouldn't be
willing to do all this for me if you didn't love me. But I'm a man that is
just using you to get what I want- and let's be honest that this feels good
to you too."

He paused then said "and maybe you got the better deal out of it- you're in
love so deeply you're giving me everything. That's something special." He
squeezed my shoulders again and turned back to the TV. "If I get married
though- you'll still be here. Serving me and my husband- good thing you've
been trained to not touch your dick from the beginning ha! It may be
brutal.... and who knows- maybe after a couple of years we'll want a
tighter hole and then you can go and get married also. I'd want you to find
something long term also."

This was all sinking in slowly. It all made sense though. And to be honest,
it is exactly why he turned me on. Kind, but indifferent. His needs and
wants filled both of our lives. His hunger ran everything and I found that
so sexy. That he'd want to use me just for him and then leave me when he's
done may not be a good relationship, but my dick could have exploded. I
could see his was growing as well.

I leaned forward and pulled it out and slid it in my mouth. "There we go-
back to what matters." He tilted his head back and I kept a good
rhythm. After a bit I moved on top of him and slid my ass around it- it
felt so good to me and his face confirmed it did to him also.

As I bobbed up and down, I told him "I love you- all I want is to make you
happy- if that means sex and food and housework and letting you marry
someone else, then that's what I'll do. I'm here for you. To use however
you want." We were both rushing towards a strong orgasm. "I'll be here for
you to use as often and however you want- for your husband too- and the
only thing I care" it was ramping up "about is getting" orgasm approaching
fast "you" he's breathing really heavy and I'm having to clench to stop my
orgams "off" Splooge is flooding my ass and my hole clenches as I shoot
also. I'm still concentrating on him though, so while I want to stay still
I ride my clenched hole up and down his shaft as his cock sprays my
insides. He loves when my hole is tight, especially involuntarily, so I am
making it as good for him as I can.

Eventually we calm down and he is breathing heavy. I focus my attention on
his nipples that are always sensitive after orgasm, though he rarely likes
me to touch them without him telling me to. I just scoop up my cum off of
them and put it into my mouth and then lick each nipple to clean them off.

Now that he's happy, I'm happy. My life may not be great- working hard to
pay him and cook for him (and take him out to eat) and focusing all my
sexual energy on his wants and all of my emotional energy on his mood. But
it is making his life pretty great, so it makes me happy also.