Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2012 14:12:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Micahel S <maxus692001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Submitting to Bryan

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My name is Josh and there are many reasons why I hated gym class in high
school. My family had just moved to town from the country, so I was nervous
about making new friends. I was shorter than most guys my age and was built
more like a gymnast than my classmates the buff farm boys. I have been told
that I had a classic look like that of the statue of David. As in the style
of the 70's I had long bangs that feathered off to one side, frequently
falling to cover my face. I was complimented on my young Grecian facial
features. Plus I knew how to dress the in style. I was excited when on the
first day one of the girls commented that I was cute. But to the guys that
meant that I was more like one of the girls than like any of them. A few of
the guys came up with a lame comment to cut me down, 'Your Joshing me,
right?'



I was not alone and literally ended up with bruises from the popular
bombardment game we regularly played when the weather would not permit us
to be outside. These matches made me less nervous than the emotions I was
experiencing. Though I was not uncomfortable with my body undressing in gym
class devastating. I was shy and taking glances at the physique of my
classmates. I told myself that I was just checking out the competition and
seeing how I measured up, apparently my development was delayed. The looker
room banter made me nervous. It was the cocky Bryan Sieverts that gave me
my first clue as to how different I was, "Man this place stinks." In
reality I found this environment intoxicating. I was also learning that I
had to be quick with comebacks before Bryan would get under my skin. "Yeah,
but mostly because is smells like your sorry ass," I retorted. I could not
keep my eyes off Bryan and he knew it.



Bryan was on the wrestling team and like most of the team he competed under
his natural weight class. During the winter months he rarely ate and was
always lifting weights. With so little body fat he gave me the impression
that he had not been born, but rather had been sculpted. Bryan's locker was
the closest to mine and this made me nervous. A fact that he seemed to pick
up on and never let me forget. It started with the first gym class when I
saw him naked, a state with which he was very comfortable. When I turned to
glance I could not look away. Between his legs hung the most magnificent
slab of man's meat -the biggest cock I had ever laid eyes on. (Not that in
my experience I had ever seen that many) He had to have been at least 7' in
length and was blessed with equally impressive girth. He caught me looking
and called me out on it, "Are you Joshing me? Or turned on by my dick. It
was apparent, because in retrospect you probably could have picked up my
jaw from the floor. I was speechless for a moment, but managed to whimper
out an emphatic, "NO!" As I swallowed what little pride I had left I ran
for the cover of the shower room with Bryan taunting in the back ground,
"Yeah little man Joshing, you like my dick don't you."



During future gym classes I immediately changed my routine. I would either
change with the fleet of lightening speed or putz around to avoid changing
with him. One day when I got back to my locker he was lingering and still
toweling off. I was so embarrassed that my timing had failed me. Our eyes
locked for a moment. I am certain he read the fear, like a deer lost in the
headlights. I looked down at his cock and thought I saw it growing. He
responded by swaggering his hips causing his tool to slap between his
thighs. I turned away from him. If there was an attraction, I cannot say it
was something of which I was consciously aware. I certainly never thought
of myself as being attracted to guys, which is until I met Bryan
Sieverts. This was the main reason I hated gym class.



At home I was a normal boy. After school I would close myself in my bedroom
and find the stash of porn I had manage to pilfer -manly from my step
dad. I had a great collection, Hustler and Oui where my favorites. I was
satisfied with my cock it was at the time 3" and when hard I measured a
proud 6" (I actually measured it with a ruler. With growing dissatisfaction
I found that gym class was creeping into this ritual. As I rifled through
the magazines I found myself looking more closely at the male images. I was
also beginning to close my eyes and see the cock that Bryan sported. I
would look back at the picture with a girl on her knees clearly sucking a
cock and I would see myself on my knees. At the say time the taunting I was
getting in gym class Bryan kept getting more aggressive. He would turn to
me and say, "You can touch it. You have my permission. I know you want to."
Then he would give his dick a few tugs. I would turn my back to him and
once while bending over to put on my underwear he remarked, "Mmm showing
off your ass for me. My hot thick dick will feel great in your virgin hole
" He kept notching up the comments getting braver each day with more lure
comments. "I bet you feel your knees getting weak." I would call him an
asshole, but nothing was effective. I felt a moment of truth one day when
he said, "Josh, I bet I can hypnotize you with my hot dick." It got to the
point where I would ignore him for fear of being overheard by my
classmates. If they did they never let on.



Then one day I was cleaning out my locker to take home long over due
laundry. Bryan came up behind me and said "You missed a few things," and
handed me his gym gear. "Don't waste too much time sniffing my shorts. Your
orders are to deliver them to my house by 7PM prompt."



I did as told. And Yes I did hold up his short and jock to my nose and
inhaled. It was the most intoxicating odor I have ever inhaled. I felt
electricity shoot through my veins and I was instantly hard. I resisted the
urge to jack off. I had to get this wash done before my parents where
home. Surprisingly my parents where happy to allow me to go over to Josh's
house without first meeting his parents. It likely did not hurt matters
that his father was a prominent lawyer in town. I was impressed by a
prominent split level home with a glass and wood front. After ringing the
doorbell a couple of times it seemed like an eternity before someone came
to the door. It was his older sister who answered it. She said, "He is
downstairs. His bedroom if the first one at the bottom of the stairs." Then
she added, "His bedroom looks out to the sidewalk, the dumb ass already
knows your here. He was just to lazy to answer the door.Ó I quickly
ducked around her and she headed back up the steps.



His bedroom door was shut, so I knocked. "Come in," his voice echoed. "Shut
the door behind you," his order bellowed. "First of all you are 3 minutes
late. I will demand punishment." As he rotated the swivel chair in which he
was reclined. I almost gasped, as he was shirtless.



"It took at least that long for someone to open the door," I objected. I
stood there nervously almost expecting another order.



"Your in my house now, remind me to add a lesson in respect to that
punishment," He said very mater of fact. "I see that you have followed me
orders and completed the task of washing my gym clothes." Then an
irresistible devious smile appeared on his face.  "So did you resist or did
you queer off on inhaling my gym gear?" I blushed so there was not hiding
the answer. "Good boy!" I gave him a puzzled look. "It proves that I tempt
you. Now get undressed and get your ass over here then kneel in front of
me."



In a mild protest I said, "Bryan this is not what you think."



"Oh no, little man that is where you are wrong. It is exactly what I
think. It may however not be what you think. Now get undressed as I have
ordered you!" I turned my back to him just as if we where in gym
class. "There is no sense in you being modest here Joshing. One I have seen
what you have and it is not all that interesting. Secondly we have already
established why you are here. You are here to worship me and my body in any
way I see fit."



One undressed I stood in front of him. I could feel the heat radiating from
his body and every nerve in my own. He placed a strong hand on my shoulder
and whispered, "I said on your knees."



I looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Bryan, I have nerves done
anything like this before. I did not choose this."



He looked at me and shook his head, "I know you haven't done this
before. That is exactly why I chose you." He paused and added, "And far as
you wanting to be here? Who did my laundry? Who showed up promptly I might
add?" Then he looked down at me, "Your naked and on your knees in froth of
me. What does that tell you? He swiveled his chair for effect. "Your
welcome to leave if you so wish."



I looked up into his eyes with a questioning glance. "There are several
girls and even just as many fags at school who are wishing they were in the
position you are in now. So GO -if you want." I couldn't move and instead
lowered my gaze to his crotch, which was growing with every word he
spoke. I looked back to his eyes and asked, "Why me?"



I returned my stare to his feet to wait for his answer. "It is because you
are a virgin." I was blushing and could not look at him. He was
right. "When I noticed in gym class how you looked at me, you where ripe
with desire. Yet you are unaware of how you are wired. I am here to teach
you to know your own wiring!"



I raised my head and my eyes locked with his. Then his hand began to stroke
his abs and traverse his body. He stroked his treasure trail for a
moment. My eyes were tracking with every movement of his hands. His hand
then squeezed the bulge in his blue stain gym shorts. I couldn't take my
eyes from the bulge even after his hand was gone. "Yeah, buddy that is what
your here for -to please my cock!" He cradled the back of my head in his
hands and pushed my face into his groin. "Take a deep breath -inhale the
scent of my manliness. It should smell familiar to you already." The
synapses in my brain were already firing. "Look buddy your already hard. I
know you are enjoying yourself. Your cock is speaking for you." He lifted
his hips saying, "Take off my shorts." I followed his order with out
objection. His cock was already bigger than I had seen it in gym
class. "Look at me for a moment." I looked up into his eyes. "I want you to
finally play with my trouser trout. One rule you use your tongue and your
mouth only no hands. Understood?" I silently nodded an affirmative.



Placing my hands on his knees and my face to his crotch I began licking in
earnest. I was unexpectedly horny for this moment; surprising myself I did
not even take time to think. It was as if instincts from my unconscious
took over. I started at the point where his balls made their connection to
his cock and I licked my way up the underside of his cock. When I reached
the underside of the head of his cock he let out a moan. That urged me
further. I lapped at the pre-cum that was forming a pearl at his cum
slit. I paused to rub my tongue to the roof of my mouth to get a proper
taste. I was shocked by the enticing flavor. "You like how I taste, little
man?" All I could manage was an mm mm in affirmation. It was at this point
that I took the head of his cock in my mouth. I rolled my tongue around and
gathered in my head a sense of its shape. I licked at the corona and then
the underside of his dick, which made him moan again. When I realized the
pleasure I was giving him I took his cock in my mouth and dove down on it
as deep as I could filling my mouth. "I know youÕre new at this, but
watch the teeth! You do that one more time and I'll kick you ass and you'll
never touch this dick again!" I carefully wrapped my teeth over with my
lips and continued. Again I dove down on his cock without thought. It was
then that the head of his cock hit my throat and I began to gag. He
chuckled, "Little man, it gives me pleasure that you so desperately want to
satisfy my cock, but slow down. Of course I am going to love it when you
gag on my cock, but I can teach you to take it." He instructed me to follow
the same pattern and to stop just before the point that caused me to
gag. Then he explained I should repeat the same motion and start engaging
my throat muscles that allow me to swallow. I followed his instructions and
it surprised me that his cock seemed to pass a new point in my throat
muscle. Immediately I felt his hands at the back of my head and his hips
thrust. I began to gag, choke and could not catch a breath. I felt his
pubes at my nose. I arched my neck trying to back off, but he held me in
place. I tried to scream resulting in only a muffled gurgle. I could hear
him laugh as he started to count. I could hear the seconds tick away but it
seemed like an eternity. There were tears welling in my eyes. When he got
to ten he let go. I gasped for air. "Ok -take a break little man. Damn that
was hot, but certainly you can hold your breath for more that 10
seconds. It will be easier next time." Fuck next time I thought.  I was
weak and couldn't fight back, when I caught my breath his order was to
resume.



I looked at his cock now coated with my saliva put my head down and
tentatively started sucking. He must have been leaking precum as now it had
a subtitle change in flavor. This new taste turned me on and I know I
wanted the reward of his cum. My throat was sore so I approached the task
more tentative and Bryan did not overlook this fact. "Look dude, I know I
may have frightened you there, but show some enthusiasm or my hands will be
at the back of your head again. I started going down on him with more
depth. I was aware that I was taking him deeper than previous to gagging,
but I was not feeling his pubs at my noses. Suddenly he states, "This is
for being late." With his hands at my head and his thrusting again his cock
probed my gullet. He let go just as suddenly and I continued to suck. For a
third time his hands mauled me with his cock trust into my cavity. "This is
for disrespecting me in my own home." he slapped the side of my face and
continued, "You will learn to deep throat my cock." He gave his cock
another thrust to emphasize his point. The pace of his cock sliding across
my tongue and in and out of my mouth quickened. I was aware that his cock
was deeper with many of the strokes he was forcing upon me. Then I noticed
his cock thicken his balls contract. I knew he was about to cum, so I tired
to pull off his dick. "Oh no my man you are swallowing my cum." I sick
feeling came over me. A grunt and he started, "Fuck yeah I am cumin. Damn
dude swallow my cum." There were three hard thick spasms blasting my mouth
full of cum. I had no choice but to swallow. I started to pull of his cock
again. "Fuck you I am not finished yet." His cum continued like a slow
erupting volcano. I began to actually taste his seed and was surprised at
the sweet, tangy flavor. I rolled it around my tongue and knew that this
would not be the last time I sucked his cock.



I sat back to look at him after his orgasm. He had the most calm and
satisfied expression I had ever seen on his face. I was elated that I had
provided him so much pleasure. I started to jack my own cock in response.
Suddenly he lost his composure and yelled, "Oh no cock sucker. You never
touch yourself in my presence. Now get dressed and go home and jack until
your heart is content, but I never want to see you touch your cock with me
again -understood. " I nodded and got dress with reluctance feeling I had
just been used. On my walk home thoughts churned through my head about what
had just happened. Once home and in the privacy of my room I began stroking
vigorously on my cock and came to the realization that he was right. It was
what I wanted -to be filled with his jock seed.