Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 18:32:57 -0700
From: M M <mwriter65@live.com>
Subject: The Alumni Association 6

The Alumni Association

Disclaimer: This story involves sex between men and teens, and teens and
teens. It will eventually contain some pretty sever humiliation and
punishment scenes.  If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. It is
just a story. None of the characters are based on anyone real, and none of
this ever happened.

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Part 6

Rory stirred awake. He had to pee badly, but as he opened his eyes, he
couldn't tell where he was. The last thing he remembered he was hugging
Mr. Smith after he, well after he sucked his cock and tried to swallow the
man's load - God that man's cock is huge! - and now where was he?

He was in a very comfortable bed, and then he realized he wasn't alone!
There was an arm wrapped around him and a body pressed up against his. The
arm was too small for Mr. Smith, so he must be in Mike's bed with Mike! -
Ok, someone brought me in here, but now I really have to pee! - Rory
gingerly crawled out from Mike's arm that was draped over him and edged out
of bed. He could see a clock that said it was 5 in the morning, so it would
be light soon, but not just yet. He found he was in his underwear, but that
was it, so someone or some people had to undress him. He wondered if Mike
or Mr. Smith had done it, or Marcus...or all of them? How embarrassing!
Even more embarrassing, his briefs were still damp from the load he had
deposited in them while sucking of Mr. Smith.

Thankful that there was the dim glow of a nightlight coming from the
bathroom he gingerly made his way there and relieved himself.  He went to
the sink and found a washcloth to wipe the crusty mess from his dick and
balls before snapping the damp briefs back over his junk. As he made his
way back to the bedroom, his eyes had adjusted, and could see Mike's form
under the covers, with that wonderfully tanned arm sticking out of the
covers. He also saw Mike's suit piled in a heap on the floor next to the
bed. What he noticed most though was the bright white briefs shining in the
moonlight on top of the pile. Mike was sleeping naked! In the same bed as
him!

Rory carefully made his way to his side of the king sized bed and sat
down. He thought about all that had happened up to this point. Just three
days ago he was a lonely and horny gay boy, afraid someone would find out
his secret. Now he finds out that this mysterious, yet obviously very
powerful group new his secret all along, and not only accepted him, but
actively sought him to join this group. - Fuck Calhoun, what have you
gotten yourself into?  - He could taste the stale cum in his mouth, and
still feel the crusty goo in his underpants. - Ah well, I'm in deep now,
might as well go all the fucking way! - He stripped off his briefs, and
through them on his own pile of clothes that he saw bundled on floor, and
crawled into the bed, gingerly sliding on his side with his back toward
Mike. To his surprise Mike's arm enveloped him and pulled him close, until
he could feel Mike's soft cock spooning up against his naked ass. No words
were spoken, but Rory felt safe and comfortable and he smiled, allowing his
fears about what he was getting into drift away as he feel back asleep in
Mike's embrace.

Mike wasn't fully asleep, as Rory had woken him up with all his
stirring. He patiently waited for his new friend to find his way back to
the bed, and eagerly spooned up against the smaller boy, happy that he had
shed his underwear. The feeling of Rory's soft naked flesh against his was
exquisite, and soon he as well drifted back to sleep, although with erotic
dreams that rapidly inflated his cock that was nestled in Rory's crack.

As daylight slowly flooded the room, Mike opened his eyes and cursed
himself for forgetting to close the window blinds. This far north, it was
still getting light around 5 in the morning this time of year. On the other
hand it allowed him to observe Rory, who was softly snoring in his
embrace. He had been having sexy dreams for the previous few hours, and he
had a raging hard on, and the angelic form pressed against him just made it
more so. Since he knew he wouldn't get back to sleep, he decided to wake
Rory up as well. But how?

He started running his hand down Rory's chest, continuing past his tummy
until he found his target. The boys soft cock was as asleep as its owner,
so Mike took his time exploring it with his hand. Soft, it was a nice fit,
allowing him to cup both his bass and cock in his palm. Other than his
sparse red pubic bush (that probably would not last the day, thought Mike),
he was hairless and soft down there, just like the rest of him. He wrapped
his fingers around the organ and started slowly rubbing in back and forth
and couldn't resist licking the back of his neck.

Rory moaned and stirred in his sleep, but didn't fully wake up. Taking the
opportunity, Mike gently pulled his arm from under the boy and slowly
rolled him onto his back. As quietly and gently as he could, he removed the
covers of the bed, tossing them to the floor, exposing Rory completely,
still sleeping on his back. Mike took in his beauty, and looked at his
bedside table, thankful that his dad or Marcus had left his new camera
there.

He grabbed it, and switched it to silent shutter mode, and knelt at Rory's
feet, taking a few photos of the nude sleeping boy. Even in so called
"silent" mode, the sound of the shutter sounded defining to Mike in the
quite of the dawn. Luckily Rory continued to sleep, only stirring slightly
and brining one of his arms over his eyes.

- God he is so fucking cute!- Mike thought while stroking his cock. He was
fully erect now and his foreskin was fully retracted leaving his glistening
head free to ooze a steady stream of precum that he used to aid his
jerking. He gently grabbed Rory's ankles and spread the sleeping boy's legs
apart, allowing him to move up on the bed and get access at his target. He
let his cock drop and leak onto the cover sheet as it left a track as he
worked his way further up the bed. Licking his lips, Mike moved his hands
under Rory's butt and brought his head down between the boy's legs, using
his tongue to guide the limp member into his mouth.

Rory was having the most wonderful dream! A hot moist comfort had enveloped
his penis and was bringing him erect. His butt was being massaged and he
thrust upward, trying to meet the wonderful sensation that was enveloping
his groin. As the sound of slurping noises grew, he moved his arm from his
face and slowly came to realize this was no dream. He had awakened to Mike
sucking his cock! "Ooooh, Mmmmm," moans of pleasure escaped him as he woke.

Mike looked up and with a bit of alarm, and quickly climbed further up on
Rory and planted his mouth on the startled youth, delivering a deep French
kiss, that he held until Rory could barely breath before breaking, "Shhhh,
keep it down dude, we don't want to wake the whole fucking house!"

"Sorry," Rory whispered back, now afraid that someone would have heard.

"It's OK, just be quiet," Mike said grinning and then leaned forward to
nibble Rory's earlobe.

"Oh My GOD!" Rory thrust upward at Mike, and then relaxed he had just
shouted again.

"Damn it kid, that's it!" Mike scolded as he looked down and smirked. He
spotted Rory's discarded underwear on the floor remembered what Coach had
done to him the other day.  He leaned over and grabbed them, "Open your
mouth slut!"

Rory was still horrified that he had screamed so loud at the erotic
sensations being thrust on him while half asleep, and he didn't see what
Mike had done, so he obeyed unquestioningly and opened his mouth. The next
thing he knew a big wad of damp cloth was being shoved into his mouth. Mike
was gagging him! Then he realized what the gag was and was instantly
horrified and totally turned on at the same time! He remembered the
pictures of Mike being fucked the Dean had showed him and he had been
gagged with Rory's own tighty whitey briefs. Now it was payback! A guttural
moan escaped him from deep inside that the black cum soaked briefs did a
good job of muzzling.

Satisfied his make shift gag had worked, Mike grabbed Rory's wrists and
pulled both his arms over his head and whispered into his ear, "That's
better. Now be a good bitch and take it!"

Rory tried to answer "Yes sir," but it came out more like "ReffMr" from his
underwear gag.

Even more turned on now Mike positioned his hard dick right on top of
Rory's smaller but equally hard organ and started grinding them
together. Rory struggled under him, not to get away but just at the
sensation of being held helpless under the older boy's dominating sexual
administrations. He moaned into the gag again and his legs reflexively
wrapped around Mike's back and tried to pull him even closer. The sensation
of the Mike's cock sliding up and down on his was driving him crazy and he
started thrusting against the larger member with his own fully aroused
organ.

"You like that slut?"

Rory just nodded vigorously as Mike continued the grinding.

"Yeah, I thought so. I may have to put some handcuffs on the bed to keep
you in line," Mike pulled Rory's wrist's further apart. "Chain you to the
bed like the horny little sex slave you are!"

-Oh SHIT!- It was all Rory could do not to cum right then. Whenever Mike
started the degrading talk it did things to him that he couldn't understand
but got his so fucking horny!

Mike could feel his new friend shudder underneath him. -Dang this kid was a
total fucking slut! How awesome! - He brought his mouth down on Rory's left
nipple and flicked it with his tongue, and felt it instantly respond. He
swirled his tongue around the nub until it was as hard as a tiny pebble in
his mouth. He then got the little pebble in his teeth and started to nibble
on it. The harder he nibbled, and more he could feel Rory start to struggle
underneath him. That just turned Mike on even more and he started to bite a
bit harder while he picked up the pace of the frottage.

Rory screamed into his gag.  - That fucking hurts! Fuck! Oh fuck, why do I
want him to do it harder! Oh FUCK!"

Mike felt Rory's cock explode underneath him, spraying streams of cum in
between the two rubbing sweaty bodies. Knowing he made the younger boy cum
first gave him a feeling of power and authority that just got him so hot
that soon enough his own cock was ready to blow!  He let go of Rory's arms
and took his mouth off the tortured nipple, leaned back and stood on his
knees, aiming his cock down. It started firing long ropes of hot sperm, and
Mike jerked furiously, aiming his weapon at Rory, the first blast hitting
him on the neck and chin, before continuing and coating Rory's front side
with a generous helping of teen aged jizz, adding to the puddle already
their from Rory's own eruption.

Once he was sure he was done shooting, Mike sat back on his knees and
caught his breath. He looked down at Rory, who was doing the same, but
still had the underwear sticking out of his mouth. He also noticed that the
kid's poor abused nipple was all red.

He leaned forward and gently pulled the underwear out of the boy's
mouth. "Dang Rory, sorry if I got a bit carried away, but fuck that was
hot!" Mike said softly.

Rory, still on his back but grateful the underwear was out of his mouth
couldn't say anything yet. The orgasm he just experienced was profound, and
he was trying to figure out why. He was willingly submissive, and it seemed
the more degraded he got, the hotter and more aroused he got. He put his
hand up to his sore nipple and winced.

"That's OK Mike. I liked it. I...really really liked it. Does that make me
weird?" Rory sounded truly worried.

"Hell no little bro," Mike moved close and pulled Rory upright into a
hug. "You have certain fetishes and love sex. That doesn't make you weird,
it makes you perfectly normal. You like dudes, so do lots of other
dudes. So don't beat yourself up because you enjoy something. If anything
your weird because you like classical music!" Mike giggled and pushed Rory
back to the pillows. "Now stay there and let me get us cleaned up," Mike go
up and headed to the bathroom.

Rory laid back, feeling much better than he had a minute ago. After all,
this society he just joined wanted him right?  - And I love classical
music, so what? -

Mike returned a moment later with a warm soapy washcloth, and washed Rory
down right on the bed. The younger boy laid back and enjoyed the
attention. Mike also put some cream on his nipple that stung at first, but
soon was quite soothing. Mike quickly washed the sex off his own body in
the bathroom before returning to the bed with Rory. It was just before 6
AM.

He threw the top covers over both of their naked forms, and Rory eagerly
allowed himself to be the little spoon, relishing the comfort the older boy
gave him.

"Thanks Mike. That was awesome, and thanks for letting me know I'm not a
freak," Rory said as he nestled his butt against the older boy.

Mike smiled at the back or Rory's head. " I didn't say that little
bro. You're not a sex freak or anything. But come one, you're a red headed
violin player!" Mike poked Rory in the back.

Both boys giggled softly until they fell back asleep.

After an hour, Mike woke, and decided to get the day going. He couldn't
believe he was awake at 7 on a weekend, but hey, stranger things had
happened. He wanted to take Rory on a mountain bike tour of the estate, so
he eased out of bed, pulled on some shorts and headed out the door to
gather what was necessary.

His dad was drinking coffee in the small kitchen, so he told him of his
plans for the morning. "Sound's like a great idea son. Just be sure both of
your asses are back here by eleven, showered and dressed. We are going into
town for errands and lunch so don't even think of being late. Rory has to
be ready for the party this afternoon and tonight's ceremony. Am I clear
Michael?"

Absolutely sir, don't worry, we wont' be late, "Mike answered, knowing his
dad was deadly serious when he used "Michael" instead of "Mike" or "son".

"Good, now come here and give me a hug. I'm going to do nine hole with a
client this morning and I have to get going. Marcus is coming with me, so
you will have to make your own breakfast if you want any."

"Cornflakes it is then, " Mike said as he hugged his dad goodbye. He then
headed out to the garage to get the bikes ready.

After picking out a bike for Rory, he grabbed his own and checked the tire
pressures on both. The garage had a full compliment of high end mountain
and road bikes in various sizes and designs for any guests that would stay
at the estate, all hanging in a rack that could put some small bike shops
to shame.

He passed through the wardrobe room of the pool house to pick out Rory's
outfit for the adventure. He settled on a short sleeved short leg lycra
skinsuit that was blue and white.  He grabbed some matching socks, as well
as some mountain bike cleated shoes that should fit and headed back to the
house. He left the shoes at the door, as Marcus would crucify him if he let
Rory wear them inside and mark up the wood floors.

He came back into his bedroom to find Rory still zonked out, so he packed
up his small backpack before going to his drawers and digging around before
he found a pair of his old smaller underpants that should fit Rory.  A nice
pair of blue and white striped Jockey bikini briefs, that coincidently were
just about the same color as the skin suit he had picked out, not that he
would wear underwear with a skinsuit.

He yanked the covers off the bed and yelled, "Wake the fuck up little man,
we got things to do and shit to see!"

Rory hugged himself, trying to hide his sudden nakedness in front of Mike
who was now laughing and pointing at him. "I think it's a bit late for that
little bro. Here, put these on and lets go have some cereal!" He tossed the
bikini briefs at the embarrassed and still not quite awake Rory.

"What time is it? What are we doing today?" He pulled the briefs on, only
then realizing that they were about the same size as the bathing suit he
had worn the day before, even smaller than the low rise briefs he had worn
the night before (and had shoved in his mouth an hour ago)! He got up from
the bed and asked, "Do you have any shorts I can borrow or something?"

"Don't need any, Dad and Marcus are out playing gold. It's just us men
here, so no.  Besides, you look sexy as hell in my old underwear. Now come
one, let's go eat," he turned and headed out the door.

Exasperated, but knowing he wouldn't win an argument with Mike's back, he
quickly followed his older friend -brother?- out the door. He was also
blushing now that he realized that Mike had worn these underwear before him
and must have looked really sexy in them himself!

He sat at the same table they had wolfed down the sandwiches the day before
while Mike grabbed some boxes out of the cabinet. "I'm afraid it's all
healthy shit. Dad or Marcus won't allow any of the good stuff, you know,
candy for breakfast!"

"That's fine. I like cornflakes," Rory said grabbing a box and filling a
bowl that Mike had set out. Both boys poured milk on their mountains of
flakes and started attacking them like only teenaged boys can.

"So this morning little bro, I thought we would do a mountain bike ride
around the estate so I can show you the place. Sound good?"

"Sounds great. Do you have a bike I can borrow?" Rory knew that was a
stupid question the minutes it left his mouth. He was still not used to be
surrounded by such wealth.

Mike didn't embarrass the kid though, and just answered, "I've already
picked one out for you. How does fully suspended, carbon fiber, disc break
equipped Trek sound to you?"

Rory swallowed his cereal. "Not that I know anything about what you just
spit out, but I'm guessing it will be fine. Sounds like fun. I actually
haven't ridden a bike in a while though, so can we take it slow?"

Mike smiled, "I tell you what, I will ride behind you, and let you set the
pace. There is no way to get lost on our trail, so you shouldn't have any
problems. You can go as fast or as slow as you want." Seeing Rory's bowl
was empty, he stood up and grabbed both bowls and took them to the
sink. "Go take care of any bathroom needs you have, and I will get you
something to wear."

"Ok, sounds great!" Rory stood and headed back to the bedroom, still
feeling very naughty for walking around the house in his underwear. he went
into the bathroom and took care of his needs, returning to the bedroom to
find Mike holding a colorful piece of lycra.

"Great, here put his on. You just step into it and then zip it up." He held
out the skinsuit to Rory. "Oh and lose the Jockey's. The suit has built in
support."

"Oh, ah, OK." Rory took the garment and sat on the side of the bed. He felt
the shimmery material and got a thrill. He pulled off his underwear, or
Mike's underwear actually and tried to figure you how to put the suit on.

"Here let me help, it's kind of confusing the first time. For a boy
anyway." Mile knelt down and held the leg open for Rory to step into. "Hold
your junk up so it will get held in place, you don't want your nads getting
in the way when you are pedaling, trust me."

Rory did as he was told and held his dick up while Mike pulled the skin
tight suit up and over Rory's shoulders. "There we go! Let me look at you?"
Mike spun Rory so that he was facing him. "Fuck yeah, you look like a pro
racer in that outfit. Awesome! How does it feel."

Rory wiggled around in the tight suit, feeling it hugging every inch of his
body that it covered. He could see why they called them skin suits, and was
aghast that his cock outline was clearly visible in its upright position as
he looked down at it. "If feel, weird.  It's OK I guess, no one else will
see me in this, cuz I feel kind of dorky."

"Is that your favorite word to describe yourself kid?" Mike asked. "That's
exactly what you said when you wore your suit last night. "You are not a
dork. We are going biking and your wearing a biking suit. If you call
yourself a dork one more time I am going to put you over my knee, you got
it? Now put your socks on while I get dressed too."


Chastened, Rory didn't say anything else as he pulled on the calf high blue
and white socks. They felt like some hi-tech sweat absorbing material and
were as slippery as the suit was. Finished, he sat there silently watching
Mike strip naked, and then done some black cycling shorts with big red
strip up the side, and then a matching cycling jersey.  Mike sat next to
him on the bed and pulled on some black socks with red logos of some kind
on them. Rory bit his tongue from asking why he had to wear the one piece
racing thing, knowing better than to seem ungrateful, because he most
defiantly wasn't. He also wondered if Mike was serious about putting him
over his knee. An older brother spanking?

He stood up to follow Mike out the door, grateful that Mike's back was too
him so we wouldn't notice the surge in growth of his dick at the thought of
being spanked by him.  He followed Mike both of then still in socked feet
until they got outside the front door.

"Sit on the step on put these on, I'm pretty sure they are your size, but
let me know. You can't wear these inside because they are racing shoes and
have metal cleats on them. Not that we are going to be tearing up any
serious terrain, but I wanted you to wear the best."  Mike sat down next to
him and starting putting his own shoes on. They looked similar to the one's
he gave Rory but his were all black while Rory's had some blue in them that
matched his suit.

Mike had Rory walk around a bit in the shoes, the click-click of the cleats
sounding loud in the quiet morning. Not feeling any discomfort, he gave
Mike a thumbs up, and Mike picked up his pack and led Rory to the garage,
where the two bikes were leaning against the wall ready to go.

Rory let out a low whistle. While Mike had described all the fancy stuff on
the bike, Rory had no idea what he was talking about, but the bike that
Mike pointed out was his to use was the wildest looking thing he had ever
seen. He was used to discount store type bikes, and had learned on a third
hand bike in England when he was in kindergarten and had only ridden
borrowed bike for most of his life except for the two years they were in
Germany where he had inherited a used one speed bike from the people that
had lived in their flat before them.

He was afraid to ask what it cost, and worried he might break something and
never be able to afford to fix it, but then he looked around the vast
garage they were in. There were probably fifty or sixty bikes hanging from
the ceiling, and about ten cars under covers that he could only guess at
what they were. Money was something that Mike obviously never had to think
about like Rory and his aunt had. Not for the first time, Rory was slightly
worried about being in over his head around all this wealth and power, but
Mike was so nice to him!

"Here, mount up and let me show you how the shoes work with the pedal."

Rory did as he was told, and let Mike fondle his ankle and shoe while he
showed Rory how they worked. He then when through a quick tutorial on how
to shift gears on the bike and which handle did what. Mike then had Rory
ride around the spacious driveway under his supervision until he was
satisfied the kid wouldn't kill himself. After that, he had Rory stop, and
he handed him a blue and white helmet.

"I almost forgot. I know they look kind of silly, but Dad or Marcus would
whoop our hides good if either of them caught us riding without a
helmet. And here, put these gloves on too. We don't want your violin hands
getting messed up on a minor spill. Not to mention it could interfere with
you and your roommate jerking off together all week!"

"Hey we do not!" Rory protested blushing as he remembered sort of doing
just that the other night, but that was only once! He pulled the gloves on
after Mike adjusted his helmet snuggly on his head. He also wondered if the
ballet clothes that he saw Danny wearing felt anything like this bike
suit. He moved around the saddle, trying to adjust his cock and balls as
they swelled with his dirty thoughts.

He was grateful when Mike finally put on his own helmet and gloves and
pointed him toward a trail that led away from the side of the driveway.
For the next hour Rory forgot all his anxieties and doubts and just had a
blast riding the coolest bike ever! He quickly got the hang of changing the
gears as they went up and down hills and splashing through creeks and
puddles.

Mike decided Rory was competent enough for him to take the lead, and he
told Rory to follow up a hill, and that if it got too steep, to just walk
his bike up, he wanted to show him something. Rory did his best to follow
Mike, and he almost made it to the top, but couldn't get the bike in the
lowest gear soon enough, so he finally gave in and hopped off, walking the
bike the last fifty feet or so of the trail. When he got to the top though,
he realized why Mike had brought him hear. There were huge granite slabs
laying around in a clearing, and he had realized they came up some back way
to the highest peak on the estate. There was a small cabin up here and a
fire pit and picnic table, that Mike had leaned his bike against.

Still panting, Rory leaned his bike carefully against Mike's and then went
over to were Mike was sitting on a large rock. He looked out at the view
and whistled softly again.

"Pretty awesome view eh? And it's all ours."

"Wow, this is cool. What's the cabin all about?"

"Oh it came with the place. There is a road that you can drive up here,
which is how we will get back by the way, so sometimes some bigwig friends
of Dad's will come up here for a couple of days. There is a pond full of
fish over that way," Mike pointed, "that we can try some day too."

"This place is amazing. You are so lucky to live here!"

"I totally am little bro, but now so are you. You are part of the family as
far as I am concerned." The older boy put his arm around Rory and pulled
him close. "And don't think it's just the sex stuff either. My dad took me
in when no one else would, and both of us see that you need some men in
your life. Especially, well you know, cuz you like Men.

Rory was relived at the joke because he was able to cover his watering eyes
with a laugh.  What a morning!

"Hey, go stand on that rock with the valley to your back. I want to take
your picture. You can even send this one to your aunt! Get the bike and
hold it in front of you!" Mike ordered as he pulled his camera out of his
backpack. He also pulled off his helmet and jersey, wanting to take
advantage of the sun.

Rory started to unfasten his helmet, but Mike stopped him. "Whoa there, not
yet, lets get some shots of you in full gear."

Rory shrugged his shoulders and allowed Mike to pose him as he wanted with
the bike in various places around the clearing.

"Great, now put the bike back over by mine, and then just stand on that
rock," Mike ordered, glad he put a fresh memory card and battery in the
camera that morning. While Rory was really skinny and had typical awkward
teenage proportions, he looked stunning in the skin tight lycra with his
long red hear flowing out from under the helmet. He knew the long hair was
not going to last, so he wanted some photos of him before he got it
chopped.

"Can I take the helmet off now, it's getting hot!" Rory asked.  "Not yet,
but if your hot, unzip your suit and let some air in."

Rory fiddled with the zipper at his neck and pulled it down, allowing the
suit to open to his chest. He noticed Mike start snapping away again, and
wondered why all the pictures, but let the older boy pose him where he
wanted, figured he was just messing with his new toy. He had to admit he
liked being the center of attention too!

When Mike put the camera down however, he wondered what was next as he
walked toward Rory. "Ok little bro, I want to ask you a big favor."

Rory was staring at Mike's tanned torso and his tight bike shorts, making
out the older boy's cock sticking up and to the right. He could see a bead
of sweat running down from his naval...

"Rory, hello?" Mike asked, snapping him out of his trance.

"Oh ah, sure Mike what."

"Earth to Rory, geeze buddy. I know I'm hot and all...are you looking at my
cock?" Mike grabbed his package through his tight bike shorts. "We just did
it this morning after all."

"Sorry Mike, I've just always, clothes like this do something to me," Rory
said bashfully.

Mike smiled, "No worries little bro. Look, I want you to pose nude for
me. Would you? I want some shots of you in your bike shoes and socks
wearing the helmet and gloves, nothing else. I think it would be hot as
hell, and I want some pics of you to jack off too when you're not
around. Naked with some gear on makes you look so sexy!"

Rory flushed. He never thought of other boys jerking off to him, but on the
other hand, he did it all the time to countless pictures on the net. "Gosh,
me? I'm not really jerk off material am I? I mean I would fell kind of
Dor..." He realized what he was about to say and stopped, but it was too
late.

"I told you to stop thinking of yourself like that, and I believe I told
you what would happen if you did," Mike said sternly and grabbed Rory by
the back of his neck. "Come on..." He started pulling Rory back toward the
picnic table.

"Wait, I didn't say it I stopped..."Rory tried to argue but it was no
use. He allowed himself to be guided to the table, where Mike took the
camera off from around his neck, then sat on the bench and pointed at his
lap.

Rory was scared and excited at the same time. "You're not really going to
spank me are you?" His voice was quivering.

Mike didn't answer but instead just grabbed Rory by the upper arm and
before the boy knew what was happening he was tossed onto Mike's lap face
down. He could feel the older boy's cock pressing up against his, only
separated by two layers of slippery lycra.  He felt a strong hand in
between his shoulders press him downward, and he started to struggle to no
avail. - Fuck! He is really going to -

SWAP!

The firs blow caught Rory off guard, but it got his attention. It hurt,
even through the padded rear end of his biking suit. "OUCH! Hey Come on!"

SWAP!

"I told you!" SWAP! "You are NOT!" SWAP! "A fucking dork!" SWAP!

"And I never want to hear that again! SWAP SWAP SWAP SWAP! Mike laid into
Rory's butt with most of his strength. He wanted to make an impression, and
also instill his dominance over his younger friend. He also knew that he
was hitting him on padding and it wouldn't do any damage. Still, he had to
stop because he could feel himself getting aroused. The more Rory cried out
and flailed under him, the harder his dick was getting.  He could also
feels Rory's boyhood expanding in the skin tight suit.

Rory's arms and legs were flailing as Mike spanked him, but he calmed down
as soon as Mike stopped the punishment. The older boy held him in place for
a few minutes allowing him to calm down. He wasn't crying, but his eyes had
watered and his ass did sting! He also realized he was totally aroused and
felt that Mike was too.

Finally Mike let him go and helped him stand facing him. "You are not a
dork Rory Calhoun. You are a gifted beautiful boy and you are going to have
to learn to accept that.  OK?"

Rory was staring at Mike's tanned body, covered only by the bike shorts,
shoes and socks, glinting with sweat after his workout. The outline of his
hard cock was clearly visible in the skin tight bike shorts, and Rory could
feel his own dick pressing against the tight material. He nodded to Mike,
now more than ever wanting nothing more than to please his new mentor.

"Yes Mike, I'm sorry, I won't say it again," Rory said softly, and then
knelt down at Mike's feet. "Thank you for that. I need to learn how to have
more confidence." He was staring at Mike's lycra covered cock and licking
his upper lip.

"Well before you get any of this," Mike rubbed his dick through his shorts,
"I want to see you naked, so stand up and turn around."

"Yes sir," Rory said, totally in Mike's power. He stood and turned, facing
away from Mike.

Mike stood and pressed his groin up against Rory's ass and slid it around,
loving the feeling of the slippery material rubbing together. He grabbed
Rory's skin suit and the neck and pulled backward, peeling it off the
smaller boy's body, exposing his pale skin to the sunlight.

Rory shivered as he was peeled like a banana out of the tight suit. Mike
pulled it off his arms and down his legs until it was at a pile at his
feet. He allowed the older boy to pick up one foot, and then the other for
him to step out of the suit.  Mike spun him back around and then sat back
down.

"Now just stand there and let me admire you!" Mike said. He allowed his
gaze to run up and down Rory's body. He was still wearing the bike helmet,
gloves and socks and shoes, but the rest of his smooth freckled body was on
full view, as well as his dick that was pointing up at the moment. Mike
rubbed his shorts, "put your hands behind your head and spread your
legs...that's it. Show off your little bitch body to your older bro!"

Rory felt chills running up and down his spine. Here he was outside and
naked, being examined like a piece of livestock...and he was loving it!
Why? Sure, he had all kind of fantasies about being a Greek or Roman slave
boy or stuff like that, but this was real, and it was scary and exiting at
the same time.

"Turn around and let me look at that spanked ass boy!"

"Yes, yes sir" Rory said huskily. His cock slit was shiny in the sunlight
with precum. He turned away from Mike.

Mike admired his work. There were two red splotches on the kid's otherwise
white globes. "Very nice. Bend over spread your legs more and spread those
cheeks slut. I wanna see that cherry boy cunt of yours."

Rory did as he was told. He could feel his wet cock head poke him in the
belly as he bent over, and started breathing heavily as he spread his
cheeks, exposing his very most private part to Mike.

"Perfect pose slut. Don't move!" Mike ordered.

Rory held his position, looking down at his feet and feeling the breeze
blow over his exposed anus, wondering what getting fucked would feel
like. He watched it plenty and the guys all looked like they enjoyed it,
but he just couldn't see how...Click!

"Don't move yet!" Mike ordered from behind his camera. "You look so fucking
hot right now boy. The society is going to fucking love you!" Click click
click.

"OK, not stand back up and turn around gain, hands back behind your head!
Perfect!  Your cock is totally drooling! You are such a horny little cock
slut. Smile!"

Mike got hotter and hotter as he ordered Rory around the clearing, putting
him in various poses, up on rocks, down on all fours, looking back over his
shoulder as his dangling balls swung free in the morning sun. He finally
had him take the gloves and helmet off, allowing his blazing long red hair
to blow in the wind. After about 500 pictures, he decided it was enough,
and led him back to the picnic table, where he put the camera down and
fetched a canteen out of his pack.

He gave Rory a long drink, then took one himself.  He then poured what was
left over his head, letting the water cascade down his naked torso and soak
his shorts, before sitting down and spreading his legs.

"You can get back on your knees boy. Why don't you lick the water off of my
shorts like the good little gear fag that you are." Mike arranged the
discarded skin suit for the boy to kneel on.

His eyes on the spandex bulge at Mike's crotch, Rory silently knelt and
leaned forward, placing his mouth on the black material between his mouth
and Mike's dick.

"Lick it up slut. Taste my sweaty fucking crotch. You know you want to."
Mike placed his hands on Rory's head and pulled him in tight, then wrapped
his lean muscled legs around Rory's back. "Eat my bike shorts you gear
faggot, yeah!"

"Mphhf," Rory moaned into Mike's crotch as he wrapped his arms around
Mike's smooth muscled legs and started running his tongue up and down the
shorts. He desperately wanted to grab his own cock, but Mike had his arms
trapped, so he just kept up the job at hand, getting the older boy's bike
shorts even more wet. He could taste the combination of water, sweat, and
now precum as he slobbered all over the shorts.

"That's a good lilted cock slut gear fag...yeah," Mike said. He was getting
close, so he put his legs down and stood pulling Rory with him. He grabbed
Rory by the dick, "come here slut..." he led the boy by his cock over to a
large low slab of granite that overlooked the valley below. While Rory
watched, Mike peeled off the tight bike shorts, setting his large dripping
cock free. Rory marveled again at the sight. The six inches sticking
straight out from beneath the perfectly square trimmed bush was awe
inspiring, and Rory was still fascinated with uncut cocks as he of course
had been circumcised.

"Like what you see slut?" Mike taunted as he pulled back his
foreskin. "Give it a kiss then turn around." Mike held out his cock, and
Rory bent down and kissed it just as he was told, then stood up and turned
around facing the slab. It was almost the perfect height for a table
thought Rory, just as he felt Mike pushing him forward at the waste,
bending him over it.

"Arms out!" Mike commanded as he kicked Rory's feet apart.

-Oh SHIT!- "Are you going to f, f, fuck me sir?"  -Why did I just call him
sir?-

"There is nothing I would love more little bro, but you're not quite ready
for that yet."  Mike spread the smaller boy's butt cheeks and spit right
onto Rory's exposed hole, causing the boy to yelp and his butt to wink back
at Mike.

The older boy leaned over him and nestled his cock into Rory's crack. "Just
think of this as practice," He ran his head up and down Rory's rear
entrance causing him to moan and thrash under him.

"This very rock is where I took my first man.  When you are ready, we will
come up here at night and I will fuck the shit out of you on this rock,"
Mike spread Rory out spread eagle under him and started running his cock up
and down the boy's butt crack.

"OH FUCK!" Rory moaned and struggled like a trapped animal under the bigger
boy.

"Yeah, you will beg me. You will beg me to take your cherry, but you will
have to earn it bitch." Mike taunted while grinding his cock into Rory's
backside.  "I bet the thought of that is going to make you cum right now,
isn't bitch? You're gonna cream all over this rock right now aren't' you?"

"Agh, YESSSS" Rory cried, and to his frustration, again unable to control
himself, started spraying cum all the granted slab as Mike ground into him.

"I knew it whore!" Mike pulled Rory up and flipped him over on his back,
landing in the sticky pool of his own cum. He looked down at Rory's naked
form and started to jerk his cock. He was close and wanted to see Rory's
face when he came. He grabbed Rory's ankles, and threw them over his
shoulders, sniffing the boy's sock and shoe as he jerked.

Running his hands up and down Rory's smooth calves was all it took and Mike
started shooting his sperm all over Rory's chest and stomach, one of the
spurts even hitting his chin. He continued milking his cock until it was
dry and then collapsed on top of Rory.

After a few moments he helped Rory sit up. "God Damn that was hot little
bro! You are amazing!" He leaned over and kissed Rory's cheek causing him
to blush.

"I liked it too," Rory confessed. "I don't know why, but when you call me
all those names it just, I dunno...I'm not saying I'm a dork anymore
though!

Both boys broke out laughing.

"Come on little bro, we gotta get cleaned up and get going!" Mike tugged on
Rory's arm and led him running down a path through some dense woods behind
the cabin.  "Good thing I taught you to swim," Mike yelled over his
shoulder he kept running down the path toward bright sunlight.

"What do you mean?" Rory asked, but it was too late, as before he knew what
was happening there was suddenly no ground beneath him.

Mike let out a scream of joy and Rory one of terror as both boys, covered
in sweat and cum, socks and shoes still on plunged into the pond 10 feet
below them.

End of Part 6

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