Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2006 13:52:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Trainer, Bobby - Chapter 30

"You fucking asshole!  You had this planned."  I looked away and felt
emotion roll through me.  He had committed himself to seeing me through
this and he had stuck through it with me.  Damn it was nice to have friend.
"Steak!  Fucking steak!  I want MEAT!"  I was fucked!  And I knew it!  But
I was a hungry fucker!

We stopped at a steakhouse and I ordered a nice New York steak, Caesar
salad, baked potato and sauteed mushrooms.  I ordered the steak medium
rare.  I dove into the salad for the first couple of bites and then
realized I looked like a rabid dog.  So I sat back and ate more slowly.

I started asking Doc questions, so I could eat and he could answer. He told
me about how he grew up and came out in college.  His parents had support
his decision and were fine with his life style.  He had gone to med school
and done all his interning.  He had had a couple of steady guys but no one
seemed to be the right one for him.

He loved serving guys and he was into piss.  He wasn't embarrassed about
telling me this and didn't apologize for what he liked.  He talked on about
his life, family, hobbies, things he enjoyed, music, movies.

I slowed down - I couldn't eat it all.  I only ate about half the salad and
about a half the steak and potato.  I asked for the remainder to be wrapped
up.

Doc asked if I wanted to go back to the dorm.  I couldn't deal with that
place again.  "How about your place?"

I was surprised he said yes.  We got back into his car and he put on some
music and we drove to his house.  When we got there, he took me inside and
started his fireplace.  He brought out some wine and poured me a glass.  He
sat for a bit and then asked me what I was thinking.

I tried but couldn't put it into words.  I had thought the pain would burn
out my hunger for Bobby, my longing for him, but it hadn't.  I had then
thought that being abused by the guy would do me enough harm that I
wouldn't care about anything or not be able to think about anything
anymore.

But I was glad he had rescued me.  I couldn't live like that.  I got a bit
emotional again.  He hugged me for a bit and then took me off to his
bedroom.  He stripped down and told me to do the same.  We got under the
covers and then he held me, spooned me from the back.  He held onto me
until I fell asleep.

In the morning, he was still there.  I lifted the covers and looked at his
body.  He was such a contrast to me.  His dark hair was everywhere.  But
not in a wiry way, but his hair created patterns, whorls and the thick
thatch of hair around his cock was amazing.  I was shaved clean again.

I watched his cock, it swelled a bit and moved.  I loved what he had done
for me.  I had to pay him back.  I turned around under the covers and took
his cock into my mouth.  It tasted wonderful.  I liked the musky, sweaty,
pissy taste of it.  It swelled in my mouth.  I went to work on his cock
using all the techniques I had learned from Bobby.

Doc woke and moaned as I continued to work on his cock.  He lay back and
spread his legs letting me have complete access to him.  I played with his
furry balls and continued to lap at his cock.  I would alternate taking as
much of it as I could down my throat (which was most of it) with licking
the sides of it up and down.

He groaned as I worked on his cock.  I was enjoying paying him back a bit
for everything he had done for me.  I worked faster and harder on his cock
and was rewarded with his balls drawing up and his legs stiffening.  Then a
loud long groan escaped Doc and he began to shoot.  I drank down everything
he could give me.

He pulled me off when he finished and his cock became sensitive.  He pulled
me up and kissed me, licking some his cum out of my mouth.

We lay in bed, me lying in his arms.  This was nice.  It wasn't Bobby, but
it was nice after all the time without anyone.  I guess I would settle for
him.

I spent the weekend with Doc, we alternated having sex, relaxing, and
eating for 2 days.  It was nice and it was fun.  Doc wanted me to piss on
him, but it just didn't seem right.  He did piss over both of us and seemed
to get off on that.

Sunday night he told me it was time for me to go back to my dorm.  I wanted
to object.  I wanted to stay with him.  He asked me to go back to my room
and sleep on it and let him know if I still wanted to move in with him.

I was elated; he was going to let me move in with him.  I walked back to my
dorm room planning how the rest of the semester would go, living with Doc.
It made me smile inwardly, it would me feel better.  I wouldn't be as happy
as if it had been Bobby, but it would do.

I was settling, but it was more than I had ever had before Bobby and it
would be nice to continue to please Doc after all he had done for me.  I
made it to my room, threw off my clothes and added them to the general
squalor and crawled into bed and feel asleep, thinking of pleasing Doc.

I woke up and looked over to see Doc's face waiting for me to wake up
again.  I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of bed and as usual I was
naked, but it was not an issue for me with Doc.  He had seen me naked so
many time, not to mention all the stuff he had done to me sexually.

I started to talk, but he said, "Get up, get in the shower and get
dressed."  He didn't seem to want to talk about anything.

I got up and headed into the bathroom.  I took a leak and thought about
pissing in the back yard and having to get on all fours and pissing in
front of people.  My cock twitched a bit thinking about it, but that was
over now.

I got in the shower and mechanically went through the process of washing
myself.  I thought of all the times I had shaved myself for Bobby.  I had
been shaved again, but it wasn't for Bobby.  I wondered if Doc would want
me to keep it this way.

I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and dried off.  I left the towel
in the bathroom in the pile of dirty clothes and towels and headed back
into the room.

"What the fuck is with all this mess?"

I looked up.  It was Bobby!!!!  He was smiling and laughing at me.  I was
laughing and crying and moving my mouth but nothing was coming out.

"Come here, boy!" he said and held his arms open.  I ran across the room
into his arms and hugged him as he squeezed the air out of me.  I couldn't
say anything I was too wound up emotionally.

He pushed me away and took my face in his hands and looked from one eye to
the next.  "I missed you, Davey.  I couldn't think of anything else.  I
knew that Doc was looking after you, but I wanted you, not his report of
you.  And I didn't like what I was hearing."

But he leaned forward and kissed me hard on the lips and I returned it with
great enthusiasm.

"I want to be with you and I want to live with you and I want to do things
to you and I want to do things with you," he said and make my heart swell.

"But what about Uncle and the house?"  I couldn't imagine what was going
on.  I had too many questions, too many thoughts, too much I wanted to know
and most of all I never wanted to leave Bobby's side.  I wanted to serve
him and let him use me.  I wanted to be his.

"I have left the house."  My mouth fell open, again.

"I have an apartment of my own, or I should say - if you agree - we have an
apartment."

"But, but, but," I stuttered.

"Yeah, you have a nice butt!  I would love to whip it! beat it! kiss it!
and fuck it."  He smiled.  "Uncle understands and we can visit whenever we
want but we are on our own.  Just us.  That is, if you want to.  Do you?"
He looked me in the eyes again.

"Yes, Sir!" and tears rolled down my face again.

"Good, I thought you might."  He wiped the tears away from one side of my
face and licked his fingers.

He spun me around and smacked me on the ass, "Then get in there and get
that dressed!" he laughed again.  "Can't have any naked boys running around
campus!"

I walked over to the closet, but turned around to look at him. I wanted to
make sure it was real!  Yep, he was still there smiling.  "Get dressed!"

"We have to get you in shape.  I like my boys in looking good."

I stopped at the use of the plural there.  "I mean MY BOY!"  He smiled
again.

I put on the running shorts he handed me and then my running shoes.  I
followed him out and down the stairs.  When we got outside, Bobby took off
leaving me in the dust.  I was hard pressed to jog, much less run.  Bobby
stopped turned around and laughed and waited for me to catch up to him.

"Yeah, we have a lot of work to do.  Looks like we will be spending a lot
of time on the running trail and in the gym.  And the locker room.
Remember the locker room?"  He smiled.  "That is where it all started."

Yes, I remember him standing behind me pissing on me.  That's when
everything changed for me.  My eyes welled up again - fuck was I going to
cry my life away!

He started off at a easy jog, keeping pace with me while I worked to keep
jogging.  I was out of shape and weak.  After 20 minutes or so, he angled
off into the woods.  He started walking and finally stopped in a clearing.

"Strip," he said and I started getting hard before I even got my running
shorts down.  He smiled as I stood and showed my nearly hard cock.  He held
out his hand and I hand him my shorts.  "The shoes and socks, too."

He stood and watched as I toed off my shoes and the raised each foot to
remove my socks.  My cock was now full hard and straining.  I was so turned
on.

"Hand them to me."  I bent and gathered them up and gave them to him.

"You are now completely naked.  You are completely dependent on me.  How
does that make you feel?"

"It feels wonderful!" I said, not hiding the emotion in my voice.

"So if I took all your clothes and told you to stay here for 15 minutes and
then go back to the dorm, what would you do?"

"I would do that."  I said, earnestly.

"Good, I am not going to do that, but it gets me hard knowing that you
would follow my instructions."  I noticed his shorts were beginning to
tent.  "So what do you want to do right now?"  He stood with my clothes in
his hand and smiled at me.

"Bobby, I want to do whatever you want to do.  I want to suck your cock, I
want to be fucked by you, I want to do whatever you want."

He chuckled and said, "Right here, in the open air, you would let me fuck
you?"

"Yes," I nearly groaned and my cock throbbed.

"Man, I want to fuck you!"  He dropped my clothes to the ground.  Then he
pulled off his shorts, exposing his wonderful cock.  He put his shorts next
to mine.  "Come here."

I walked over to him and he took me by the shoulder and turned me around
and bent be over.  I heard him spit into his hand then soon I felt his cock
head pushing at my hole.  I relaxed and pushed back onto it and we both
sighed as he began to slide into me.  He took hold of my hips and pulled me
tight against his cock.  He held me that way for a moment or two and I felt
his cock flexing in my ass.

Then he slowly pulled out, almost all the way and then back in slowly.  I
was moaning and wanting more of him.  He slow fucked me that way for
several minutes then he increased his pace.

Then I noticed that there was an urgency in his thrusts, like he was
wanting to hurry the process along.  He began to fuck me harder and faster.
Grunting, as he pounded my ass.  My own cock was throbbing and dripping as
he worked on my hole.

He was really applying pressure to my prostate as he fucked me and I was
feeling that increased sensations and pleasure as he worked it over.  I was
enjoying the increased friction in my hole as well.

He really picked up the pace and began jack hammering my hole.  He started
to moan then and I was there as well.  I knew he was close.  I wanted to
cum with him.  I began to moan as well and soon I felt him begin to shoot
and fill me with his warm cum.  That triggered me and I shot as well.  It
had been a couple of weeks since I had last cum and I must have spilled a
gallon right there.  My head was writhing back and forth as he pumped me
full and I continued to shoot.

Finally, he held me tight and still.  When he pulled out, he turned me
around, took my face in his hands and kissed me hard on the mouth again.
Tears were streaming down my face again.  He wiped them away and then
handed me my shorts.  I put them on.  He handed me my socks and shoes and I
put them on.

He started slowly jogging and then picked up the pace a bit.  I followed
along and felt Bobby's cum running out of my ass and down the insides of my
legs.  This was the way it should be.

I followed Bobby as he led the way to our apartment!  I wasn't so fucked up
after all!



Thanks for being patient with the story - it was fun and got great response
for you guys.  So that is it for Bobby and Davey.

Wait!  I just got an email from Davey -

Harry -

Just wanted you to know that Bobby and I are doing great!  He worked with
the various professors and me and I got my grades up and got my strength
back.  I can now keep up with Bobby as we run every morning.  I look pretty
buff, these days.

We have been living together now for 2 years and it is wonderful.  I love
taking care of him and he loves using me to please us both.  I stay shaved
for him, although he lets me have my head hair a bit longer.

We have visited the house a couple of times - we enjoy hearing the stories
from the guys there, but like our lives together.  Uncle understands and
approves.

Bobby really understands me and what turns me on.  Every once in a while he
will invite someone over, that I haven't met and let the guy watch as I
have to suck Bobby or be fucked by Bobby.  It still turns me on, to have to
perform for a stranger like that.

We have our own little rituals about each other.  If Bobby finds a hair on
my body and he spends time every week examining every inch of my body, he
pulls it out.

And I get to drink his piss every Sunday morning as a treat!

I have taken Bobby to meet my parents and after the initial shock they have
been great.  They think he is a great guy and that I am lucky to have him.
I agree!  They have us up for one weekend a month and spoil him terribly,
fixing all his favorite dishes and waiting on him hand and foot!

I think that we are in this together for the long haul.  I like serving him
as a lover and he likes using me as a lover and together we give each such
pleasure!

Harry, thanks for sharing our story.

Have fun

Davey.