Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2011 06:40:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jubal Shawhar <harshawjub@yahoo.com>
Subject: jerry chapter two

Jerry had responded to a craigslist ad. He was one of the more interestind
respondents. He came up yesterday. It is difficult to consider the "Low
Country" up from any where, but it is.

His new five series BMW squealed out a warning to would be thieves in my
blue collar neighborhood. It stuck out like a sore thumb.

Dressed in boat shoes, shorts and a polo he looked to be the typical
retired exec about to work the lawn or shop at Lowes. He wore glasses,
which hide blue eyes. He was so nervous he was shaking. The glasses stayed
on the whole visit.

As tall as I, he was slimmer but not well toned. Looked as if he had
recently lost weight or been very inactive.

Small talk revealed he had been a private aviator and a hospital
administrator up north. He was still shaking and describing his sexual
experiences when I directed him to get naked. He would continue to shake
throughout our play. Only when he was dressed did it stop.

I liked his hairy body. His cock was cut and hung three inches soft. His
balls were nice sized and hung below his cock. It made for a nice package..

He was a half hour late and I forgave him... road construction. I explained
that part of forgiveness is the need for him to truly feel forgiveness. I
spanked him over my knee a solid fifteen, one for each two minutes. He
pleaded for a halt, saying, "Daddy, no please, I will be a good boy. His
ass was a pretty pink. I checked his virgin ass and judged it to be so. It
was tight and unmarred.

I slid him from my knees onto an accent rug on the living room floor. I
grabbed a fleet enema that I had been warming. I would have allowed them to
grow cold had this not been his first time. The first one he did not feel
go in. Perhaps that is because my left hand was squeezing and tugging on
his balls.

I had him raise up on his knees and suck my cock. He was not an
accomplished cocksucker. I tied his hands behind his back and proceeded to
fuck his face. I put clothespins on his nipples and he screamed like a
little girl. I laughed and told him to tough it out if he wanted to be a
good boy and grow up tough. He winced after a mantra of "yes, Daddy".  I
tied a silk necktie around his balls and stuffed the other end into his
mouth. This served a dual purpose of muffling his moans and screams while
putting his balls in a perfect under belly slap position while I discharged
the second fleet enema. This one he began to feel.

I had him raise up on his knees and hold his hands behind his back. I
kissed him deeply.... I was the first man he ever kissed. He said he
enjoyed it, his cock agreed as it came to full erection. Even as I kissed
him I spanked his ass again as he whimpered in my mouth.

The clothed pins were removed to the sound of his yelps. I accused him of
wanting to be my dog by the sounds he was making. I degraded him for being
a boy who wanted to be my pup. I sat on the sofa and made him lick my feet
and suck my toes. I degraded him by asking what his neighbors would think
to see him naked and licking a man's feet with a hard on.

I played with his sensitive nipples and reattached the clothespins at
ninety degree angles to what they had been. I stuffed the tie into his
mouth again quell his complaints and proceeded with the third fleet enema.

This one incited cramps and an urgency. I had explained all over the phone
when he brought up the subject. I paid no head to the complaints and lifted
up on his belly to increase the pressure.

I began to play with his cock. I put a small vibrator into a surgical glove
and lube it well and proceeded to insert the vibrator into his tight
ass. Stroking his cock along with the cramps and now the vibrator was too
much he spit out the tie and begged to cum. I told him no and continued
after restuffing the tie, making sure it held his balls tightly. He began
to chew on the tie and pulled his head up which tighened up his balls. His
face turned red and I relented and told him "cum for daddy now boy. Had he
been on his back he would have painted his face. He shot a huge load.
Luckily the rug could be hosed down.

I removed the clothespins necktie and had a little difficuty retrieving the
vibrator. Afterwards he hurried to the bathroom which was eventually
followed by a shower.

Only after he was clean, dressed and ready to leave did I make him get on
his knees and then I fucked his face until I came. He was no worse for wear
and asked if he could return. Even with a two hour drive both ways.

Jerry was a man of few words... a couple of screams and lots of moans.

A True story. Let me know what you think.