Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2007 03:25:13 -0800
From: derek phillips <derekph@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: BRIAN GETS WHAT HE WANTS
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This story is fantasy. All actors are 18 or older, and no suggestion of
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BRIAN GETS WHAT HE WANTS
by derek phillips
(I get e-mails now and then from guys who have read my stories at nifty.
Most are just "Loved the story, write more!" I appreciate those.
Occasionally someone asks me to exchange fantasies, but these days I
decline. When I first started posting at nifty, though, one reader
intrigued me, and an edited version of my exchanges with him follows.)
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Hi derek -
My name is Brian. I thought your story Naughty Bobby was so hot. I
dreamed of being Bobby and having you do all those things to me. I'm
young with little experience but willing to learn.
Will you be my cyber coach so we can share some fantasies?
Anxiously awaiting reply,
Brian
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Brian -
That's very tempting. You already know a lot about me, from my story.
Tell me more about yourself - how old are you, what do you look like,
what turns you on?
derek
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derek -
Wow! You really answered.
I wasn't sure the e-mail people used when they wrote stories were real.
I'm glad you responded. Well I'll tell you bout myself. I'm 14 years
old. Blond hair, blue eyes, 5'5", 115 lbs. Good looking, the girls are
attracted to me. I have a girl friend and enjoy sex with her. I've had
two other experiences with girls.
When I was 12, I was curious about sex and heard of this man that gave
BJs. It started that way but soon changed to me serving him in every
way possible except anal sex. I was so turned on by his big cock and
power over me. I would almost come just by servicing him. The dirtier
the things he made me do the more I enjoyed it. Then one day he moved
away with no trace.
Since then I've been dreaming about doing it with him and other men. I
see other guys in movie theaters and parks, and I know they want me, but
I haven't done anything because I'm afraid of disease. A few years
after my sex with this man I was tested and fortunately I didn't catch
anything but this gave me a real scare. I also don't want to do it with
anyone in my area because I don't want to be called a fag. I have a
strict father and he would kill me. So I just read stories and JO.
But your story really got me hot and I decided to reach out for the
first time.
I would like to share stories about what you would have me do to please
you and I would respond to them by telling you how hot they made me.
Want to try this out? I'm hard just thinking about it.
Brian
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Hey Brian -
I'll start by assuming what you have told me is true. If you are really
14, I can't offer more than fatherly advice -
Wait, be patient, never let anyone talk you into doing anything you
don't want to do, always play safe, avoid drugs. Remember that my
stories, and most of what is posted at nifty, are fantasy, set in a
world with no AIDS, no consequences, no limits. I've done almost none
of the things I write about, and would never do them. Some of them are
physically impossible. Most are dangerous.
If on the other hand you are over 21, and just offering a fantasy for me
to respond to, let me know that and I'll be glad to play.
Take care.
derek
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derek -
Thanks for your candor. I am over well over 21, and married with 2
children. The part of my story about meeting the gay person at 12 is
true. I have had limited gay experiences but do fantasize about it way
more often than straight sex.
I would like to share fantasies. I think I am a bottom since these are
the stories I like and get off on.
I'll write up a fantasy tonight.
Brian
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Brian's fantasy -
My name is Brian, I have blond hair and blue eyes with a girly figure
and round ass. I've never had any actual gay experience but I fantasize
about it all the time. I was afraid to do it and be labeled a fag. At
a certain point I tired of reading gay stories on the web and thought I
would try contacting one of these people. So I wrote a note to this
person derek. He was very interested so we set up a meeting at his
house.
I was so excited and nervous when I rode my bike to the address he gave
me. I had told my parents that I was staying over at a friend's house
that night. When I arrived at derek's he liked what he saw. I told him
that I had no experience, and he told me to shut up and obey him. derek
said be would train me to worship his cock and be his slave. He had me
strip my clothing off and lay across his lap he then proceeded to spank
me. Tears ran down by cheeks but my 5 inch cock was responding. derek
then pushed me onto the floor and took my head and guided it to his
massive cock.
"You will do exactly as you are told or I will slap your balls and that
horny little cock of yours. Is that clear?" he asked.
I nodded. Yes!
"Go ahead and feel it boy, That is what you came here for. Have a good
feel of what you are here to please."
His cock was hanging free. Pointing down and semi hard. At least I
hoped it was a semi because it was very thick. Much thicker than mine,
even when fully hard.
"Feel it," he ordered.
He was not wearing any underwear. The first thing I felt was a patch of
coarse hair. And just below, the root of his thick cock. My hand
encircled the base, my fingers only just touching as my small hand
attempted to hold this monster. The skin surprisingly soft, smooth and
hot to the touch. My hand stroked down his length. It was a long reach
to feel his cock all the way to the tip. The head felt spongy and the
size of a plum. I'm not sure if it was the cool air on my half naked
body or the excitement of touching my first man sized cock, but a shiver
rumbled through my whole body.
"You can't wait to have that in you, can you boy?"
He was amazingly long. I would guess 8 inches and not even hard.
I was scared.
derek then pushed me down to my knees in front of him. With the light
behind him I couldn't see his cock, even though his open zipper was only
a few inches from my face. He reached in and fished out his cock. It
flopped against my face and was still mostly soft. With his fingers he
pried open my mouth and his other hand guided the head of his cock in.
It was all happening very fast.
The head was spongy and tasted a little musky, but not unpleasant. He
placed his hands on either side of my head and without warning pushed
forward. His cock quickly reached the back of my mouth and stopped.
"Swallow, and let it in," he ordered and he moved one hand to the back
of my head and forced his cock into me.
I couldn't believe it. My throat opened up and he fed his cock in. It
just kept on coming, slowly more and more of his length slid between my
lips, over my tongue and down my throat. All the way down.
Finally his balls were pressed against my chin and his pubic hair
completely covered my nose. I was fully impaled on his cock and
couldn't breathe. Mercifully he was soft enough that it bent and molded
to fit down my small young throat. He held it there for a few moments
then pulled all the way out. I gagged as the head of his cock popped
out of my throat and rested on my tongue.
"You have to breathe when I give you the chance," derek said.
I took in a deep breath, just then he pushed in.
Once again it stopped at the entrance to my throat. This time I
swallowed right away, and the entire length snaked down my throat.
derek then skull-fucked my throat. Thrusting in and out only the last
two inches. I could feel the big head swelling and moving back and
forth behind my young Adam's apple.
"You're a natural cock sucker," derek panted as he held my head still
and made small thrusting motions with his hips. "I love tight virgin
throat around my cock."
My eyes were watering as my stomach gagged and retched at the intrusion
in my throat. My hands were loose at my side. I had no intention of
resisting. I was there for him to use me sexually and that is what he
was doing. My cock was harder then it had ever been. I didn't dare
touch it for fear I would cum.
Just as I was beginning to feel faint from the lack of air, derek pulled
my head off his cock. Between gasps for air I pleaded with him.
"Please, no more".
He laughed and forcefully pushed his cock into my tender mouth again.
"Don't worry, I've taught many boys to service my meat. You'll be
fine," he reassured me as he suffocated and choked me with his teaching
tool.
I wasn't sure how long I could take this repeated violation.
derek reached down and felt my hardon.
"See, fag-boy, you're fucking horny and enjoying what I do to you." His
prick was oozing a big precum stain that just kept spreading as his cock
drooled.
"Lick that wet shit off my cock," he ordered as he pushed my face back
onto his cock.
I felt that wet spot on my lips and face as he gyrated his crotch on my
face. I opened my mouth and began licking. I tasted his precum on my
tongue and my cock almost exploded right there and then. I had to
concentrate hard in order to stop myself from cumming. All I could
think to myself was, this is what I had been waiting for and it's
finally happening, derek was using me the way I had been fantasizing
about.
"That's it faggot," he said lovingly, "lick it, suck it now, baby."
I could smell the aroma of MAN coming out from his cock and balls. I
slowly opened my mouth and licked the fucklube from his piss slit. His
cockhead just kept drooling and I kept licking the slimy syrup from his
slit. He was leaking so hard I was afraid he had already cum. I wanted
his cum in me.
I felt his hand slap me once again as he yelled.
"I said to SUCK IT bitch!"
He pushed his cock into my waiting mouth and without mercy began face-
fucking me, and I could feel his nutbag slapping against my chin as he
fucked my throat. When he first forced it down my throat I began to gag
but derek didn't care all he said was, "Bitch! I don't give a shit if
you fucking choke on this dick, your job is just to suck it and please
me I don't care about your feelings or your discomfort, now swallow my
cock in that pussymouth!"
He pulled out and then forced it in again.
"You fucking like it don't you cunt?" he asked as he jabbed my throat.
"Mmmff" was all I could get out from my stuffed mouth. He knew I loved
it and I loved the way he was treating me. My throat was hurting from
his non-stop jabbing, he was merciless. I knew that I would have a sore
throat by the time he finished with me, but I didn't care. I was
delirious with lust and horniness, the smell coming out of his
cockhairs, was driving me nuts. The feel of his nuts banging against my
chin was driving me wild. I felt his hand grab me by the hair as he
yanked his cock out of my throat.
"Okay fag come over to the mirror I want you to see yourself in the
mirror while you suck my prick. I want you to see what a faggot looks
like sucking on a REAL MAN'S fat prick," he said coldly. "Kneel in
front of the mirror and watch as you suck my cock, pussy-mouth."
I crawled over near the full-length mirror and knelt. He came over and
grabbing my hair he pulled my head as far back as it would go then
shoved his huge uncut cock down my throat.
"Whore," derek growled, "I'm gonna use your throat like a pussy, you
fucking cock-sucking faggot, now look at yourself sucking my prick".
I looked with the corner of my eyes and saw myself on my knees like a
homo sucking another man's prick as his cum-filled nuts slapped my chin.
"Alright pussy-boy I'm cumming!"
I tried to push him away, but he grabbed the back of my head and held me
still. I suddenly felt his eruption of cum. His ropes of cum were
splashing against the back of my throat and dripping down my gullet.
"That's it boy, swallow your man's nut-juice."
derek kept on draining his baby-cream down my throat. When his cock
started to deflate I kept it in my mouth and was able to taste the cum.
derek looked me in the eye and knew he owned me and I loved it.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and waved it at me.
"I'm going to do something special for you since you were so good," he
said.
He then starting pissing on my face. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as he
aimed it at my open mouth and all I could do was swallow and try to
breathe.
My cock erupted. I knew I had found my master and place in life.
Brian
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Brian -
I have read your story. You are a very bad boy, and I'm going to have
to punish you severely. Such naughty thoughts! Stand in the corner
naked and think about how bad you have been. And don't you dare touch
yourself, while I try to think of something painful enough to make you
sorry for this! If you get an erection, it will be even worse.
derek
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derek -
Yes sir, sorry for that. Sir, I worship you. You are all I live for. I
am willing to do anything for you. Please, please let me prove my
worthiness. I want to be your boy slave. How can I make it up to you
and show you my loyalty?
Your Boy
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Brian -
It's OK, Bri. I've been thinking about your first message, and what
might have happened if you were really that kid you pretended to be, and
I were nearer that age too. Here's what might happen.
derek
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derek's fantasy -
My name is derek, I'm 19 years old. I've known I was queer since I was
10, but I've always been afraid to act on it, afraid all my friends
would scorn me. I felt like I was the only queer in the world.
But then I found this web site called nifty, and once I started reading
the stories there, I felt better, less alone. I knew there were other
guys like me who wanted sex with their own kind, and I wasn't the only
one who got off looking at pictures of naked guys, and thinking about
sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass. It was awesome.
The thing is, I'm not at all like those guys, I'm just an ordinary dude
with an average body and an average cock. I'm not particularly
athletic, I work out a little, but my body won't muscle up like the guys
I lust after, I just stay skinny and geeky-looking.
Then I decided to try writing stories for nifty.
My own fantasies are pretty vivid, and when I would read somebody else's
story I would start thinking about how I could make it better, so I
started writing my own stories, and they got me really horny. All I
cared about was keeping myself hard for as long as I could, and every
time I had some horny thought I would write it down and when I got to my
computer I'd type it in, and then more ideas started coming to me, and
pretty soon I had my first story. It wasn't much of a story, really,
just some scenes with lots of sex. Guys with big muscles and huge
cocks. I don't know where the ideas came from, I had never done
anything like that, but the words got me hard, and I could jerk off over
and over reading some of my own stories. I'd add words that sounded
sexy, and think about how to make it even hornier, and I'd spend hours
jerking off and reading that shit, and revising it until every word was
raw sex.
At first when I published at nifty, nobody wrote me. I was surprised,
and hurt. I was afraid no one was reading my story, or they had read it
and didn't like it. But then about a week after the first story,
someone finally wrote. He apologized, said he figured I didn't want to
hear from readers, because I didn't ask for letters. I was in heaven.
He liked my story, said it had made him cum three times, and I felt
awesome, it was almost as good as if I'd had sex with the guy, I felt
like I had, in a way. I felt like I had control over that guy, and
everyone who read my stories, I could make them hard, I could make them
cum, they were my sex slaves.
Then I looked at other stories at nifty again, and noticed lots of them
had notes from the author, asking people to write. I had missed that, I
was always so obsessed with just the story, just getting my rocks off.
So the next time I sent a story, I added a note, saying it was OK to
send me email, and the next day I got a note, but this one scared me.
The writer said he was 14, and he wanted to meet me, he wanted me to
make him my sex slave and teach him about all the things I wrote about
in my stories. His name was Brian.
I admit I was shocked. The idea of a kid that age who wanted to have
sex with me was exciting, but frightening. I tried to remember what I
had been like at 14. I'd been horny all the time, I remembered that.
But what if some guy had wanted to have sex, some older guy?
I remembered a couple of times hitch-hiking, when old guys, really old
guys, as old as my dad, had made passes at me, tried to grope me, asked
me to let them suck my cock. I'd been revolted, and terrified. A couple
of times I'd had to let them, they'd threatened to beat me up and leave
me naked somewhere, so I'd let them grope me and suck me and I couldn't
even cum and they'd dropped me off acting like nothing had happened. One
of them gave me ten dollars and said I'd better not tell anyone what had
happened. I dropped the money as soon as he drove away.
But there had been one time when a really cute guy not much older than
me had picked me up and asked me to let him suck my cock and he'd driven
me to a wooded area and we'd gotten out of the car and walked into the
woods and I'd stripped naked and leaned against a tree and he'd
worshipped my scrawny kid body and sucked me until I popped my nuts.
Then I got dressed, feeling weird about it, but he had watched me
worshipfully as we walked back to his car and he drove me back to the
highway to catch another ride.
I had liked the anonymity, and the idea that he thought I was straight,
that I was trade, letting a faggot service me. What if he'd known I was
gay too, and wanted to kiss him and suck his cock? He had asked for my
phone number, said he wanted to see me again, suck my cock in a men's
room somewhere, or meet me in a theater and suck me off while I watched
the movie. I said No, too afraid to let on how much I had liked what he
did to me.
But I was turned on by what Brian wrote, even if his image of me was way
wrong. I wasn't the sexy dominant man he had written about. What would
he think when he saw me?
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I imagined meeting Brian.
I would tell him to meet me in some public place, like at a mall, and he
should wear something so I would know who he was, and then I would go,
and check him out before I let him know who I was. He'd have on the
bright red cap I had said to wear, turned backwards of course, and he'd
be carrying his skate board, wearing a tee shirt he had ripped off to
show his abs, and those huge baggy shorts, looking like they're about to
fall off, his underwear showing, his skinny torso exposed, with long
stringy dark hair, just a tall scrawny kid.
I would sit on a bench and watch him, wondering if I dared say something
to him, and then my heart would stop as he came up to me and looked at
me real hard and asked "Are you derek?"
I would be unable to say anything at all for a minute, choking on fear
and arousal. I'd nod my head quickly, afraid to look at his eyes. The
kid would sit down beside me, grinning.
"Thought so. I saw you looking at me. I've seen other dudes look at me
that way, old fat guys. My buddy Dak says they're sick old perverts. I
guess I'm a sick young pervert."
He grinned and held out his hand and said "Hey, I'm Bri," and he
laughed.
I tried to smile as I slapped his hand casually.
My heart was pounding. I couldn't say anything, and we sat like that for
a few minutes, the noise of the mall way in the distance.
"Wanna buy me a coke?" Brian asked suddenly. I looked up, he was
grinning at me.
"OK, sure."
Later, in my car, we drove to a place in the woods, and as soon as I
stopped the car, Brian was all over me. He stripped off his shirt and
climbed on top of me and started kissing me and undressing me. His
lean, sexy body was rubbing against me and he got my shirt open and our
bare chests rubbed together. Then he started licking my chest and
telling me I had great muscles. I was stunned, and looked down at our
two bodies. I guess compared to him I did have muscles. I laughed and
hugged him.
Then Brian made me get out of the car and lean my butt against the hood.
He pulled my pants down and then my briefs and started licking me all
over and I leaned back on the hood of the car and looked up at the trees
and sky and closed my eyes as the scrawny little skate-boarder gave me
my second blowjob. I couldn't cum with him sucking me, I had to jerk
off while he licked my nuts, and then he took my cock in his mouth as I
shot, and he ate my cum.
"Did you like that?" he asked when I stopped gasping.
"Yeah," I said. Part of the thrill was just doing it outdoors, naked
and exposed out there, where anyone might see us, but I had liked it,
especially when he sucked my cock and tugged my balls while I was
cumming, that made me cum even harder, not the way it felt so much as
that he did it.
I lay there across the hood of the car, panting until I caught my
breath, then I stood up, feeling embarrassed, and suddenly afraid, being
naked out in the open. What if someone else came along?
Brian was still kneeling there looking at me, his long dark hair falling
in his eyes, his baggy shorts falling off his lean narrow hips, his bare
skinny chest hairless and smooth.
"Will you fuck me now," the boy asked, standing and dropping his shorts
and showing me his skinny ass.
"Why?" I asked, shocked. This kid seemed like he knew way more about
this than I did.
"It's what they always do in your stories," he said, as if that was
obvious.
I couldn't bring myself to do what he wanted. I'd never fucked anyone
before, I was afraid of it. Besides, I didn't have a rubber, and
neither did he. He said he didn't care, he would let me fuck him
without one. I told him I had to get home, and drove him back to the
mall.
As he got out I said "Brian, be careful."
He just grinned and said "Later, dude."
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At that point my imagination failed me. It was one thing to write about
muscle-boy jock studs who fucked like bunnies, it was another to imagine
an ordinary nerd like me getting it on for the first time with some 14-
year old skater-dude he met over the www.
Did I dare write the real Brian back? Was he really fourteen? Or was
he a man my own age, creating a fantasy?
I looked at Brian's email, to see if I could tell where he lived. What
were the chances he lived anywhere near me? Nil. Zilch. Nada. So he
didn't have to know what I was really like, either. Maybe it would be
fun to carry on a fantasy with him, tell him stuff I wanted to do to him
and see what he said.
I wrote back and told Brian maybe he could be my pussy-boy and sex
slave, but he had to send me a picture first, and write me a story
telling what he thought would happen the first time I took him to my
dungeon to torture him and break him in.
Two days later Brian wrote back. The picture he sent looked like it
could be real. It wasn't one I had ever seen before, at least, and I
spend a lot of time surfing for free porn. I prefer pictures of muscle-
dudes with big cocks, but I think I would have noticed this one if I had
run across it.
The boy in the picture was cute, blond-haired, a nice body, but soft and
a little effeminate, with the most fuckable bubble-butt I had ever seen.
The pose probably made him look younger than he really was, he was
sucking his thumb and holding a teddy bear, and looking at the camera
over his shoulder while he stuck out his ass. All he had on was a pair
of skimpy little pale blue shorts that he was pulling down to show off
his butt.
I got hard right away looking at Brian's picture, I wanted to touch that
sexy ass, and shove my hard cock between those sexy pouty girly lips. I
wanted to fuck his bubble-butt ass until his cock spurted hot sticky
boy-juice all over his smooth soft skin.
But it had to be a fake. How would a kid that age get a picture like
that of himself? It looked too professional, too posed, too carefully
thought out.
The story he sent with the picture was amazing. It was hard, raw,
primal. His style was like he was talking, just a stream of sentences
and part-sentences, phrases, images. The scene he described was a lot
rougher than my stories. I like romance, unrequited love, finding out
the guy the hero lusts after is lusting after him too, but afraid to
reveal his feelings.
Brian's story was practically a rape, except the kid in it said he
wanted to be used and abused. It made me hard, but frightened me.
I was glad Brian was just a fantasy, I was sure I could never live up to
his expectations, if this was what he wanted.
Then again, if the picture he had sent was really of himself, it would
be fun to do stuff like that to him. Something about the boy in the
picture just begged for punishment - those pouty lips, that sexy ass,
that look that said "Take me, use me, I need to be punished hard!"
I found myself having fantasies like I'd never had before.
I pictured that sexy little blond in the photo.
We were at a boy's school, and I was the principal, and he was a student
who had misbehaved.
He'd been sent to me to be punished, and he was looking at me
insolently, daringly. I lectured him, but he refused to apologize,
refused to act sorry and humble the way he was supposed to.
I told him he had to apologize, or his punishment would be more severe.
He pouted and stuck out his tongue.
I gasped. No boy had ever done that before, and I was furious with him.
I grabbed him and shook him. He laughed at me and called me an asshole.
That did it. Usually when a boy was sent to me for punishment I
lectured him, then he apologized, and I had him bend over the side of my
desk, and I would paddle him, five strokes for a minor infraction, ten
for something worse, twenty if it was really bad, or the boy was a
repeat offender. I never touched the boys, much as I wanted to
sometimes.
I grabbed Brian and bent him over my knee. He was laughing and jeering
at me. Wanting to humiliate him, I ripped his pants down. His
underpants came away too, leaving his cute round rear totally bare. He
wiggled his irresistible ass at me, taunting me. He turned his head to
look at me and stuck his tongue out again, daring me.
I pushed the naughty youth's shirt up so he was totally exposed from his
shoulders to his ankles. The bits of clothing clinging to his feet and
shoulders made him incredibly sexy, rousing my anger even further.
I picked up the leather paddle on my desk and brought it down on the
naked boy's bare firm ass as hard as I could, and was rewarded with a
loud yelp of pain and surprise. His ass turned a nice bright red.
I swatted his bare behind again, and he yelled again.
I kept it up, out of control with rage and lust, and soon the boy was
bawling like a baby, and after twenty or so strokes of the paddle on his
bare ass he was limp and broken.
I dumped him off my legs onto the floor, disgusted with what I had done,
I had let him make me lose my cool.
My groin was throbbing, my cock had gotten hard, the sight of that
beautiful ass was driving me nuts with arousal and desire.
"Get up," I barked. I couldn't let on how I felt. The naked boy got
shakily to his feet and then threw himself into my arms, sobbing.
"I'm sorry, sir, I know I was bad, I don't know what happened to me, I'm
so sorry."
I hugged the boy involuntarily, and before I knew it, he was kissing me.
I kissed him back, swept away with lust for his naked body. Then he
fell to his knees between my legs, and before I knew it he had undone my
pants and pulled my hard cock out, and was sucking it. I gasped with
shock and arousal. He did it so expertly, I was cumming in no time. I
grunted and yelled as my cum filled the boy's pretty mouth and he sucked
greedily, swallowing it all.
I grabbed the boy by his long hair and pulled him away from my cock as
the last spurt of cum shot out and hit his cute face, dripping down over
his nose to his lips.
"What are you doing?" I shouted, angry. "How dare you do that?!"
I dragged the boy to his feet and turned him and slapped his bare ass
hard with my hand, over and over, and he yelped rewardingly, but as I
kept slapping that beautiful bubble-butt, my cock stayed hard, and I got
drunk with lust, and without thinking I pushed the boy face down over
the desk, and stepped up behind him and drove my cock up his ass. This
would teach him not to be insubordinate! I fucked him hard and he yelped
and moaned.
"OH! Sir! Please, yes, fuck my ass! Harder, sir, harder! Fuck me!"
Eventually I collapsed back into my chair, my lust sated, and told the
boy to get dressed and get out of there.
Brian asked shyly if I wanted him to come back for further discipline
sessions. He said he had a hard time being good sometimes, but he was
sure more sessions like this would help him. I agreed he needed further
punishment, and told him to return in three days.
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Wet with arousal from the images Brian's request had fostered, I decided
at least he and I could exchange fantasies, so I told him about what his
picture made me want to do to him, and how naughty he was to think of a
filthy story like the one he had sent.
I waited to hear from him again.
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derek -
Sir I think I'm failing in love with you. I came 3 times reading your
note. I'm a bad boy and need punishment sometimes, but I can also be
very very good. If I don't write back quickly it's because my family
may be watching. Just know you are always in my thoughts.
Brian
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Brian -
I need to hear from you. Send me another fantasy. Just cut loose and
write whatever turns you on, the more details, the better.
derek
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derek -
I had a sudden desperate need to suck your cock -- it hit me like a
tidal wave. A shudder ran up my spine and I pressed my lips against
your throat and felt your beard stubble scratch my tongue. Before you
could fight me off, I had my hand against your cock, under your jeans,
working it, and thank God, you were totally hot and hard under the denim
-- Man it was all I'd hoped -- so thick I couldn't begin to tell how it
looped back on itself in your briefs but it was hot as hell, and thank
god, you were ready; if you didn't want it, your body sure did. My mouth
got down there in a flash -- it was a huge cock, I found your head
somehow, the foreskin was still covering it but stretched mighty thin
now, and the whole thing could just barely get in me. I loved the way
it stretched my lips, and there was already some precum I could use it
to smooth my way. It was awesome taking hold of your foreskin with my
lips and sliding it back, so your cock entered my mouth and I could
stroke it with my tongue, lick off the drop of cream in the slit while
the skin under my lips had not changed. A couple of inches of you could
slide into me before my lips started to slide along your skin! Fucking
awesome!!!! I had to try that again, and you didn't seem to get tired of
it before I started wanting to feel you filling my mouth all the way to
the back. Your shaft was as thick as the head, and by the time your
piss slit landed against the soft curtain at the back, my jaw was
stretched till it was sore -- but I wasn't panicking, it felt like it
could stretch more if given a chance -- and meantime, you started to
moan. Your breathing changed. I could feel your hips start to swivel
just a subtle little bit, and you shucked your jeans down below your
knees as your cock started to take over and lead in this dance. First
you pulled back, and set up a rhythm where you'd re-enter only to drag
your thick vein over my tongue and resheathe your glans, dart that sweet
dripping plum-head forward again, only to drag it back -- but each time,
you gave a velvet smack to the soft tissue shielding the entrance to my
throat, and every time, I wanted you more and more to slide through that
curtain, open me up with that rosy knob, let me feel you enter my
throat. Man what a stretch. You were so thick -- and God knows how
long. And God how I wanted it Your smell was fantastic --almost rank,
sweat and body oils and pheromones lubricated you as you slid deeper and
deeper into my hunger. I felt your breathing change again; you felt me
stop you, and pressed softly up against that soft wet skin again and
again, waiting, insistent, but waiting. I opened up all at once and
swallowed you into my throat. "Fuck! Oh FUCKING YES!!!" I went all the
way down, feeling my throat taking your thickness deep and squeezing
you, feeling the round knob opening me up deeper and deeper, pushing
against my Adam's apple. Suddenly you pulled back. I felt your glans
slide out of my throat. I sighed, and then the tide turned: the whole
length of you slid all the way back in....... and in and in and in,
till your balls were almost up your ass. You rubbed my larynx with the
head of your cock like a musician bending a note on his sax; your whole
shaft filled me like a musical note, I felt myself going under again,
starting to black out, but stayed awake cause the melody was so sweet.
And then you slid back, it seemed like a whole foot of cock slid out of
my throat and over my tongue and out to my lips. I chewed on your
foreskin and wept and kissed your shaft. "O God, o God, put it back." I
felt you playing with my lips, felt the foreskin again sliding across
the threshold, the wet glans against my tongue then that wonderful vein
sliding over my tongue, your cock head at the back of my mouth. Then
you dragged it back, so the foreskin covered it again, then again, the
hot dripping glans pressed tight against my throat -- then pulled back,
in and back. It fucking drove me wild to feel my throat grabbing at the
foreskin, to feel that velvet skin give way to the satiny tight skin on
your glans, that huge rod, so hard, but I wanted it -- and feel you
fucking me with it. Again and again, you pressed back into my throat a
little at a time,.....So fucking hot... I came up for air,
gasping...with tears in my eyes. "Fuck, man you are so hot.... Come in
my throat... Please.... Please, come in my throat..." "You want that?"
"oh please, man, come in my throat!" "Oh man," the look in your eyes is
surprised, you dick jumps right in front of me....... I grab it, kiss
the head as I catch my breath God yeah, man, you're awesome," looking
you right in your beautiful eyes... and feel you slide in again, slow
and smooth and deliberate; you wait while I breathe one more time, you
smile, this man is my god. "Ohhhhh, man, that's so good", I hear you
say as you twists your pelvis. I feel you turning me, you want me on my
back, we're on the floor, your cock is sliding into my throat, you're on
top of me, your back arches and your cock pulls back, I feel the head
tweak my tonsils as it backs out..... Fuck I want him in me, you butt
your shaft along my tongue, I want it so bad, and I feel your hands
strip my shorts back and your soft mouth engulf my cock. Your cock just
taps, taps, taps against the back of my mouth. I feel my hips start to
surge, I'm fucking your mouth in big waves..... You're taking me... and
you finally let yourself sink your full weight into me. My hands are on
your smooth hipbones; it's awesome. You're all the way in me, your
strong thighs are caressing the sides of my head, cradling me and
locking me into place so you can fuck me completely. Your cock is in me
so deep, I can feel the curve down into your asshole with my teeth.
You're seething, slowly, short strokes, but with all your strength, it's
coming from deep in your butt, those awesome buns are squeezing you into
me, rubbing that knob in my throat slower and slower, deeper and deeper.
I feel your thighs start to tremble. I open my lips to kiss your groin
more fully, taste your sweat trickling off your ass and squeeze you as
your glans swells to bursting, and feel your voice moan around my cock
as I surge into YOUR throat. You stop dead still.....and then your hips
pound me, thick fast waves, in and in and in, pummeling my throat,
burying your seed so deep in my throat, fucking plunged..... I don't
even taste your creamy, salty semen till after you withdraw into my
mouth, where you stay until at last I can't hold you any more. You
smile at me and ask when we can meet again.
Brian
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Brian -
That's totally hot, dude.
I need to tend to mundane shit like earning a living for a few weeks, so
I won't be able to write, but I'll be thinking of you, and all the ways
I would like to use your sexy body.
Write down all your filthy thoughts, all your deep inner needs, and send
them to me.
Think about how you want to be used. Write it down. Picture the
places, what you do, what I do. How am I dressed? How are you dressed?
This scene you described today - where did it happen?
I bet it was in a public john, or an old warehouse, the stair well of an
office building, someplace we might have been caught in the act. Did
you like that, doing it almost in public? You're one of those scrawny
ragged tee-shirted tattooed bicycle messengers, I'm a suited business
dude. You brought me a package and when we looked at each other we knew.
I told you to be in that stair well waiting for me, naked. Did anyone
see you before I arrived? Were you afraid? Did that turn you on, being
naked in public, waiting for me, the fear of being seen?
When we finished, I made you stand there naked while I dressed, and as I
walked out someone else came in. What happened? I bet he fucked you
raw, you were so drunk with sex from swallowing my hot jism that you
offered your ass right away and he sunk his big hard cock into you right
to the nuts and fucked you until you begged him to cum.
Next time, we'll meet at the high school gym. I know the custodian, he
lets me use the place after hours, if he can watch. Don't worry, he
won't interfere.
Be at the back door at 7 pm on Saturday. Wear just your tennies and an
old pair of shorts that are too small for you - no underwear - and a tee
shirt that is also too small. I want you to look like a slutty little
street corner rent boy, begging to be fucked.
I'll be watching as you go in, and if you don't look sexy enough, I
won't follow you in.
When the custodian lets you in, go to the locker room, and find the
bench with the red towel on it. Lie down there, face down along the
bench, with your ass at the end. Pull your tee shirt up some, and push
your shorts down so your ass is half bare. Then lie there like that and
wait for me.
While you wait, think about what you want me to do to you. Don't touch
yourself between now and then, or as you get ready for me, or as you lie
there and wait, though. I want your little dick hard and your little
balls full of cum, I want you hungry, desperate for release.
Imagine what I will do when I walk in.
I strip my own clothes off and sit naked on the bench in front of you
and feed you my hard cock. You suck it eagerly, desperate for my man
milk, reaching up to feel my hard-muscled body, my huge pecs and
washboard abs, but I pull away before I cum, then move in behind you and
rip your shorts off and sink my cock into your ass all at once, muffling
your sudden cry with my hand. Then I stuff my cum-soaked jock strap
into your mouth to suck on as I fuck you senseless, driving my huge dong
into your tight boyish ass, with each hard thrust of my cock into you
your body slides along the bench until you reach the end and you grab
the legs of the bench to hold yourself in place as I fuck you harder and
harder and eventually, when you think you can't take any more, I gasp
and shout with ecstasy as I empty my nuts up your tight little boy-hole
and your own cock erupts finally too.
Your master loves his little boy, his sex toy. Do as I tell you, and I
will make you happy.
derek
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derek -
Yes master, I will do as you ask. It will be difficult not to cum. Just
reading your commands makes me so hot. Please don't make me wait long.
I need your cock like food. Please fill me with all its contents. I
need to drink its nectar. I will do anything you want.
Brian, your boy.
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I had to travel on business for the next three weeks, and when I was
able to write Brian again, he didn't answer. I wrote him a couple of
times after that, asking for more, but he never responded. I decided
not to exchange messages like that again. I miss Brian.