Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 03:03:56 EDT
From: KinkyChicagoDoc@aol.com
Subject: Mike lives to service Jay (Authoritarian)

As young as 13 I knew what I liked. I didn't know what it meant but I knew  I
liked it. My mom inherited at house from a family friend. It was a disaster,
years of clutter all over the place. We would go over to the house after
school  and on weekends. While my mom would work in the never ending junk in the
basement, I would be up in the bedrooms going through drawers, throwing old
clothes in bags, sifting through the never ending clutter. I would come across
all types of weird stuff (well weird to  a 13-year-old), porno magazines,
picture books of nudist camps and one afternoon I found a rubber penis.

I knew I wasn't supposed to keep the fake cock but I was so curious. I got
up and went to the bathroom. Once inside I pulled down my pants and underwear
and compared  the 6 inches of hard rubber to my rather small flaccid penis.  I
knew instinctively that piece of rubber was more masculine than me. I had the
 sudden urge to make this manly symbol part of me. First it went to my mouth.
I  kissed the large flared head then licked up and down the thick shaft. It
was too  big for my mouth to stretch around it. There had to be another way to
make this  part of me. I placed it next to my now hard penis, as if I had two
dicks coming  from between my legs. It must have been at least double the size
in width and  length of my small boy cock. God how I wish mine could have
been that big.

There had to be another way to get this beautiful veiny piece of rubber in  me
... Ah hah, what about my butt? I had seen what sometimes came out of my butt.
Surely I could get this thing up it, right? I dropped the lid on the toilet
seat  and  set the large phallus in the center of it. Thankfully it had a large
 set of balls as the base so it was stabilized on the flat surface. I started
to  squat down pulling my butt cheeks apart. I could feel the fake cock rub
on my  crack, sending shivers down up my spine. I wanted it inside me.

Little did I know that it was near impossible to get a penis, real or fake,
up your asshole without lube. Add to the fact that my butt was tight and
small.  Thankfully I was in a bathroom, there had to be something to get it slick
enough  to overcome the resistance of my little butthole. Opening the linen
closet I  immediately found the Vaseline. I dropped to my knees and scooped out a
large  amount of goo from the jar. I grasped the shaft and made it shine.
This just  seemed natural, being on my knees and working the cock as if it were
attached to  an older man, maybe my 20 something gym teacher, or perhaps that
long haired  blonde guy my mom worked with.

After stroking it for a good 3 minutes I decided it was time again to try
and get this now well greased cock up my butt. I couldn't resist how it now slid
 with great ease along my butt crack. But each time it passed my butthole I
got a  special sensation that could no longer be ignored. I positioned the head
at my  little hole and started to sit, determined to get my cheeks on the lid
of the  toilet. I hurt but felt so good as the large head pushed through my
sphincter. I  soon felt my hole clamp down as it completely engulfed the whole
head. God it  felt good. Now it was time to feel those big rubber balls
against my little  hairless balls. That's when I got ambitious and made my fatal
mistake. I simply  sat down in a rush to feel it all the way inside me.

I thought I was going to split in half. My once hard dick was now so small
it was almost going into my body. The pain in my ass was too much to take but I
 was so startled I couldn't get back up. I just sat there and let the my
breath  come back to me. Even though it was painful I was quite proud that I was
able to  make this "man" part of me. Maybe I could be made more of a man if I
could take  something so obviously  masculine into me. Sort of an "injection"
of  testosterone to somehow make my little dick grow big and hard like the
thing I  now had in my butt.

I was snapped back to reality when I heard a knock at the door. "Hurry up,
Mike, I gotta pee!" Why doesn't this stupid house have more than one bathroom?
"Ok Mom I'll be out in a minute." Now I had to get this thing out of me. I
stood  up and  tugged at the balls and felt it start to slide out of me. God if
 felt kinda good again. Then the head slipped out. Suddenly I felt empty and
wanted it back in me. Unfortunately there was no time. Then I looked at it.
It  was dirty and I was now grossed out by it. I had to get it out of the
bathroom,  but how with mom standing on the other side of the door? I wiped it off
and  wrapped it in toilet paper. I dumped some of the bathroom trash on the
floor and  placed it in the can I then filled the garbage back up. I wiped my
butt of the  extra Vaseline and washed my hands, a quick spray of the air
freshener and all  would be back to normal.

Little did I know when I walked out of that bathroom it would be another 4
years before I had something in my butt again. I had planned to return to the
bathroom before we left to retrieve the dildo but  when my mom exited the
bathroom she had in her hand the overflowing bag of garbage from the bath trash
can. There went my hopes of exploring my ass again with my new found toy.

That was the start of my obsession with masculinity and my hopes at least
serving  a real man if I could not be one myself.

After we finished cleaning out the house my mom sold it and used the money
to buy a new house to live in. Moving really sucks, especially when you are
slightly chubby boy who has a hard time making friends. I was really quite upset
 because I was leaving my two best friends. Ben and Paul were brothers and
lived  5 houses away from me. They were around my age but they had an older
brother,  Jay, who was 4 years older than me. Ben, Paul and I would play for
hours,  Nintendo, hide and seek, legos. You name it we did it. As you can imagine I
 thought my life was over when we moved away from Ben and Paul. My mom,
knowing  how much I enjoyed hanging with them made sure I was able to spend lots of
time  with them during the summer and on weekends during the school year.

Even though we didn't live near each other and going to school without them
sucked, I loved spending the weekend at Ben and Paul's house. I would get
dropped off on Friday night and stay until Sunday morning. We would set up shop
in there living room. Making tents out of sheets, sleeping in sleeping bags.
Even though I loved hanging with Ben and Paul I really like staying at there
house as apposed to them coming to mine. See when I stayed at Ben and Paul's
place, there brother Jay would be around.

Jay was really hot, he had this kind of swimmer's jock body. Really lean,
had muscles but didn't look like `roid rage. Beautiful dirty blond hair. He
would often be out with his friends, but it was always a real treat when I would
 be at home. Jay didn't often talk to Ben, Paul and I but when he did he was
always real cool. At night Jay would walk around the house in his little
bikini  briefs. For some reason I always loved the blue ones. They were so tight,
showing off his rather large package and cupping his ass cheeks. Sometimes at
2  or 3 in the morning Jay would come out of his room and play some Nintendo
with  us.

Everything about Jay was masculine. He would sit on the couch while we were
on the floor. Looking at him from the glow of the television. Him leaning
forward, controller in his hands, too busy focusing on the game to notice that I
was starring at him. His legs would always be spread open as if to give his
huge  cock the room it needed. His bare feet planted securely on the floor,
gazing at  the way the arch is high off the wood floor. When he wasn't playing he
would lay  on the couch, his head resting on the hand, his arm flexed on the
arm of the  couch. That would always show off his sexy armpit, talk about
masculine. Like  his arm his knee would be flexed again giving his manly cock the
space it  commanded. Beautiful.

Sometimes Jay would be with his friends, those were the time that the
teasing would begin. Showing his dominance to his friends, letting them know who
was boss of us young teens. I think I was around 15 when Jay said "if any of you
 guys are little faggots, just let my know, I'll fuck your ass!" God that
almost  made me pass out. Jay had no idea how much I wanted to be his little
faggot. I  loved the way he said it. He was so confident in his sexuality and
manliness  that he could fuck a faggot and would mean nothing about him, just that
the  faggot was a little hole to blow his cocksnot into.

By this time I was jacking off 2-3 times a day. Now my fantasies would  focus
only on Jay and his alpha male persona. I kept thinking about his dick  going
up my ass, remembering how painfully erotic it was to have that dildo up  my
ass a few years earlier. I wish I could be like Jay, just one of the guys.
Even though I was only 15 I was bigger than jay was at 19. I was already  6'1"
still a little chubby but stretching out nicely. Still I knew that there was
one place that 5'10" stud was bigger than me. At full erection my dick was
only  5 inches at best. Balls still small, but at least I had pubic hair. I
didn't  know exactly how big Jay was but I knew his balls were big and soft his
dick  looked to be the size of mine hard.

Soon enough my fantasies were not enough. I started getting sneaky when I
would go to Ben and Paul's house. Jay would always take a shower before he would
 go out for the evening. After his shower I would go to the bathroom. Usually
I  would find his clothes he had taken off before his shower. I like to pay
special  attention to his under garments. I would pick up his long white tube
sock and  smell it. Push it against my nose and take in his delicious scent. By
this time  my dick was raging hard and needed to get off fast. I would pick
up his  underwear and put it over my head so I could smell his dick scent while
my hand  were free to pull my cock. I would pull his sock over my cock and
start  stroking. Feeling the still warm fuzzy cotton on my dick drove me crazy.
Cock  smell hitting my nose. I would get too out of control with all this
masculinity  all over my body. To control the moaning, I would pick up his other
sock and  roll it into a ball and stuff it into my mouth. It would only be a
few minutes  before I would blow a load into his sock. Even to this day, for a
guy with small  genitals, I can blow a big load and shoot really far. After my
j/o session with  Jay's clothes I would have to do some damage control. I
certainly couldn't put  his cum filled and saliva moistened socks into the pile. I
would do the only  thing that I could think of. I pulled my shoes and socks
off and throw them into  the pile of dirty clothes. I knew he wouldn't examine
the socks, why would he? I  would then place his socks onto my feet. That
would almost make me need to play  with my toy size dick again. Feeling my foot in
his sock with a creamy goo in  between my toes.....oh god.

One evening, when I was almost 18, after Jay showered, I headed towards the
bathroom for a quick fix. I opened  the door and was surprised to see Jay
standing over the toilet with his big soft dick in his hand and a steady stream
of pee coming out. I was mesmerized I couldn't take my eyes of his manhood.
This  was not lost on Jay either. As I was starring at his dick he was starring
at me.  The urine stopped and he started pulling his cock into a semi erect
state. He  cleared his throat and said "come in and shut the door!" I was so
scared I  wanted to do just that, but was afraid. The man of my many fantasies
telling me  to come into the bathroom while he was naked and getting hard. He
then got more  stern and said "get your fucking faggot ass in here Mike!" I
did.

Once in the bathroom with the door locked Jay asked,

"Why do you come into this  bathroom after every time I come out of  the
shower? And why do I always find socks other than my own after you have been  over?
"

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. All while this is was going  on,
Jay kept pulling his now hard dick.

"What the fuck do you do in here? Tell me now, before I beat the shit out  of
you!"

I was afraid but my little dick was rock hard and wanting to please this
awesome man. I would do whatever he wanted. That's when I picked up the dirty
sock from the pile of clothes to my left and started sniffing it.

"I fucking figured as much, but just because you sniff my dirty socks
doesn't mean you couldn't put them right back when you were done. What else you
doing with them?"

No turning back now, right? I continued to roll up the sock in a ball and
put it in my mouth. I then grabbed his little red bikini briefs and pulled them
over my head. That's when the laughing began.

"You really are a fucking faggot. I can't believe you would put a dirty  sock
in your mouth. I think you should be using that mouth on the real thing,  not
wasting it on a sock!"

Jay sat down on the toilet and told me to drop to my knees. Once down where
I should be, Jay pulled the underwear off my head and the sock out of my
mouth.

"I'm sure you would prefer if this was dirty, but it will have to  do."

With that he picked up his foot and started putting it to my face. Rubbing
his size 11 all over my mouth.

"Open up and start licking faggot!"

I did as I was told, hoping I would bring some pleasure to this stud I've
admired from a far for so long. I licked down the sole of his foot, sucked every
 toe into my mouth. He then dropped his foot from the air and told me to
start on  the tops. I got on all fours and started licking like I was a dog and he
was my  master.

"Don't forget the other foot faggot!"

Obediently I went to work on his right foot. He picked it up a bit for me  to
have access to his sole. Oh god I was in heaven and wanted nothing more than
to start wanking my dick.

"You like the real thing faggot? Let's see how much you like it. Drop your
pants and lets see what your dick is saying."

I was now really embarrassed. Here this hot jock was with at least a 7 inch
long super thick cock and egg sized balls wanting to see my dick. I thought he
 was laughing before, surely he would laugh himself to death.

"Do you ever want to taste these feet again? Get your ass out of those
clothes! NOW!"

I did as told, and boy I was right. He took one look at my little dick
poking halfway up to my belly button.

"What the fuck is that? I've seen chicks with bigger clits than that thing.
No wonder you get off on me, I'm a real man, you are a little pussy boy."

I was so ashamed, and wanted to leave now and never come back. But Jay new
what to do to get me back in the groove. I lifted his left food and started
playing with my dick and balls. I could feel my saliva on his foot rubbing my
little boy genitals.

"Get back on the floor and jack off your little clit. I want to see if you
can produce cum from those little balls! Or should I call them external
ovaries?"

I dropped to the floor and start pulling at my dick. Jay picked up his
underwear and started rubbing them all over my face.

"Yeah you like that don't you? When u cum, I want you to in this." he
handed me a little bathroom Dixie cup.

It was only another minute or two until I was shaking, breaking out into a
fresh sweat. My little balls were trying to become ovaries they were pulled so
close to my body. I had the cup in my left hand stroking my dick with my
right  while licking Jay's red undies. Then it all came together and I started
shooting. It felt like buckets. I must have filled that little cup at least half
 way. Then I was done, embarrassed again.

"Hand me the cup Michelle!"

I did as I was told. He took the cup and looked at it. "Not a bad load for  a
faggot. Seems a shame for it to go to waste. I got an idea!"

With that Jay took the cup and poured the creamy contents onto his feet. I
knew what was coming next and was very grossed out by it.

"You like dirty feet, faggot, well there you go. They are all dirty with
your faggot cum. You better get it all off me or I'll kick your ass!"

What else was I going to do? I had no choice. This was a real man I was  just
a nearly full grown man with an oversized clit between my legs. I couldn't
defy this beautiful 21-year-old alpha male, nor did I really want to. I
dropped again on all fours and started licking the sticky goo off his stunning  feet.

"You shot your load, now it's time for me to shoot my load" Jay said. "Get
up here and get to sucking you faggot."

I had seen Jay in this position before, legs spread, knees out wide feet
planted on the floor. The only difference was that this time we were in the
bathroom and he didn't have that thin underwear material between his huge cock
and my eyes.

I couldn't believe I was going to get the chance to put this huge manly
veiny cock into my mouth. Like I tried some 5 years earlier with that dildo. My
mouth watered. I was inexperienced but I had enthusiasm. I opened my mouth and
gave it a wet French kiss. I could still taste some of the urine that clung
to  his piss hole. I was in love.

"That's it faggot. Respect that cock, give it a big kiss, push that tongue
into the hole. Oh yeah just like that."

With those words of encouragement I tried to go further. I was now actively
sucking the head and about 2 inches of shaft. It was amazing my mouth was so
full. Jay was petting my head while gently pushing himself further down my
mouth. Then I started to gag, Jay didn't seem to mind much and kept pushing his
cock further down my mouth.

"You fucking puke on my dick faggot and you'll be eating it off me, you
understand?"
I tried hard but couldn't get it all down. Jay was getting  frustrated with
my inexperience.

"Forget it, you'll learn in time how to take my cock down your throat. For
now just get to worshiping my big balls and jack me off, bitch."

It was hard to get at his balls because he was sitting on the toilet seat.
He spread his feet a little further and gave me better access. I then went to
town tonguing his huge hairy balls while I stroked off his big beautiful dick.
 He really like this and was moaning loudly. He leaned back a little more and
put  his legs on my shoulders. This was the ultimate view for me. I could now
see his  little pink hole peaking below his balls.

"It's ok faggot, take a lick at that hole if you like. Make me feel real
good bitch, that's what you were put on this earth for... god knows it wasn't for
 fucking."

I did as told. It tasted like soap, he was moaning more now. I was still
jacking him off. I pulled back and could see the hairs around his hole where wet
with my saliva.

"Get you mouth on my dickhead bitch, I want to cum in your mouth."

I pulled his dick back a bit and put the head in my mouth. I started  jacking
the shaft faster while sucking the head like it was a baby's  bottle.

"Oh yeah faggot here it comes, ugggh! Hold in your mouth faggot."

He started jerking on the bowl and I felt his shaft spasm. Then it came. A
delicious salty burst of warm cum hit the back of my throat. He kept cumming
and  I resisted the urge to swallow. After four spirts he pulled back and
started to  shoot all over my face. It went everywhere, in my hair, on my cheeks.
Then he  stopped. His dick began to wilt as I just stayed there mouth open full
of  cum.

"Look up at me faggot. I want to take a peek at my baby makers in your  mouth.
"

I looked into his eyes. He looked disgusted. "I can't believe you are a
fucking faggot. I thought I told you I would fuck your ass if you were a faggot.
That was over 2 years ago. 2 fucking years that I could have been tapping that
 throat and asshole. You are going to pay for that!"

Then he cleared his throat and spit directly into my mouth. Adding to the
already gooey mess fermenting. "Swallow me bitch" jay said.

It took a couple of gulps before I got it all his man seed down. He look
down at me and said "I see your clit is hard again, but I'm already late for my
date. Tonight I want you to stay up and wait for me. When I get home we will
continue this and start your punishment."