Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2012 17:25:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ryan Hart <ryanhartbooks@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'The House Boy's Summer #Chapter 1 Part 2' {Ryan Hart}( BB anal bd con mc sm spank teen2 )[2!]

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The House Boy's Summer
Chapter 1: Nerves
Part 2: The Blow job
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I lay down on the chair, all the while still holding my underwear in my
mouth.  My dick was sticking straight up at this point, and I must've
looked kind of like a joke because Chris tried to suppress his laughter,
"Wow, you're really ready to go."  He shrugged and smiled with soft looking
lips, "That's cool, I have just the thing for that."  With that he took off
into his house at a run, which made me feel good -- as if I wasn't the only
one excited about everything.  I made it a point to sit on my hands while
he was gone, knowing full well that if I didn't I'd be unable to resist the
urge to stroke my pulsating dick, whose only stimulation was the warm
summer breeze.  Lucky for me Chris returned in probably thirty seconds, but
didn't say anything until he had brought the cooler and both of our beers
into the sun.  "You better drink this fast," he said reaching over to my
mouth and pulling out the underwear, "shitty beer is even shittier when
warm."

I stretched my jaw, accepted my beer from him and started drinking
immediately.  Chris grabbed one of the bottles he had placed on the cooler,
which turned out to be suntan lotion, and moved back in his chair with
spread legs.  "Sit here," he pointed to the space in between his legs, "I'm
gonna put suntan lotion on you."  I moved immediately and slid around the
cooler and onto his chair, placing my naked butt in between his legs.  He
slid his body up close to mine, and let his dick (still trapped in his
board shorts) slide up against my back.  I could feel that he was hard,
which had the confusing effect of making me both more nervous and excited.
I finished the last of my third beer just as Chris started to rub suntan
lotion onto my stomach with his arms wrapped around me, "Dude, you're
really hot," he said, "how long have you been working out?"

"I started working out with my brother when I was ten, but I've been doing
sports and stuff for nearly as long as I can remember."  He finished
putting lotion on my front and started with my legs, his fingers running
down the inside of my thigh drove my dick wild and it pulsated away.  He
didn't wait long before grabbing some lotion and rubbing it all over my
hard dick, his stroking of which made me gasp and push my head back and
into his chest, "I thought you said we weren't touching my dick?"  I asked
as much as said.

"No," Chris whispered in my right ear, "I said you weren't touching your
dick.  I can touch anything I want."

He nibbled on my ear a bit and I closed my eyes to revel in the feeling,
"Can you fuck me?"  I whispered, hoping that the answer was yes.

"I can," he said, lifting my legs upwards into a stretched and highly
exposing position, my breath quickened pace as he started to rub lotion
onto my calves and feet, "the questions is, will I fuck you?"  With that he
dropped my legs and moved his crotch a little away from my back.

"Please fuck me," I breathed as he massaged lotion onto my back, "I've been
dreaming about it for weeks.  I've got this dildo, and sometimes I think
I'd give anything for it to be a dick, and your dick is absolutely
amazing."  I knew I was rambling but I didn't care.

"Calm down," Chris said rubbing lotion onto the back of my neck, "grab
another beer and stand up, I gotta do the back of your legs."

I complied, grabbing another beer out of the cooler and standing up as I
popped it open.  I nearly died when, instead of rubbing my legs Chris
started rubbing lotion onto my butt, first massaging the right butt cheek
and then the left.  Instead of saying anything though I simply started
chugging down my fourth beer and let him finish putting lotion on me as he
went down to my legs.  "Alright," he announced, smacking his hand playfully
against my right butt cheek, "you're finished."

"Thank you," I said honestly, my boner showing my appreciation as much as
my words, "would you like me to put lotion on you?"

"Nah," he replied, laying back into the sun, "I don't really need it right
now, but you could give me a blow job if you'd like to."

Indeed his boner was sticking up towards the sky as he lay there in his
shorts, muscular arms comfortably supporting his head.  Just the very
thought of having his massive tool to play with made my mouth water, "I'd
love to," I said, "but I'm not sure that I'll be able to resist touching my
dick."

Chris smiled knowingly at me, and put some sunglasses over his eyes, "I
anticipated that, I brought some lube so you can stick your fingers up your
ass, that should satiate you enough, don't you think?  Being stuffed in two
ends."

This prospect was very exciting to me, so I simply grabbed the second
bottle from off the cooler and straddled Chris's chair.  Without my
prompting he lifted himself up and removed his board shorts so that he was
sitting there as naked as me.  I didn't waste any time and immediately
engulfed as many of his inches into my mouth as I could fit.  The feeling
was absolutely wonderful.  I was thrilled to be sucking my first dick, and
genuinely wanted to be as pleasing to Chris as possible.  "Fuck yourself,"
instructed Chris, "I want you to cum before I do."

I popped my mouth off of his dick, which was already slick and wet with my
saliva, "Okay," I replied simply, and immediately squirted a generous
amount of lube onto my left hand.  I rubbed it all over my index and middle
finger, and then reapplied another little glob of lube.  After that I
simply bent over and started sucking on Chris's dick again, while lifting
my ass up just enough that I could put my fingers to it.  Having been
riding a dildo for weeks now, I figured that I'd be able to fit two fingers
into my ass pretty easily.  I was actually kind of wrong.  Instead of being
able to easily insert both of them at once, I had to momentarily settle for
sticking one in, circling it around, and then pulling it out so I could
stick the second one in.  All the while I made sure to bob up and down on
Chris's cock, and did everything I could except choke myself to engulf the
whole thing with spit.

Chris seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, "How many fingers do you
have in your ass?" He asked.

I pulled off his dick just long enough to reply, "One," before sucking the
whole thing back into my mouth.

"Put two in there," he panted, "that's an order."

I instantaneously pulled my middle finger out of my rectum, and wrapped it
around the back of my pointer finger.  I then proceeded to shove both at my
sphincter, which obediently collapsed under the pressure.  "MMMMMM" I
moaned while salivating wildly over Chris's dick.

"Feels good doesn't it?" He prompted, "probably not as good as touching
your dick, but with practice I'm pretty sure we can make it better."

I moaned loudly in response, it was true that the fingers pressing into my
ass felt fantastic.  I could feel the urge to cum filling my dick, and knew
that if I could just give it a stroke or two I'd definitely blast out
fluids.  Instead I tried to make myself cum by pushing my fingers as deep
as I possibly could into my ass, but this just made my dick desire stroking
even more and I still couldn't cum.  I pulled my mouth off of Chris's dick
momentarily and licked around the pulsating head to show him that I still
meant business.  "I want to cum so bad," I told him, before deep throating
the entire cock.

"So cum," Chris said with a sigh, "what's stopping you?"

"I can't cum without touching my dick," I said, and then grabbed his balls
with my mouth and played with them, engulfing one and then the other.

Chris let out a soft moan, "You're doing well," he said, "I'm sure you can
figure it out.  Try fucking yourself with your fingers instead of leaving
them stationary."  I didn't comply right away, instead I licked around the
bottom of Chris's shaft and then engulfed the dick again, bobbing up and
down on it while forming a tight seal with my lips.  I kept my fingers
plunged deep into my ass for a moment, and could feel precum dripping from
my dick as I did so.  Chris was right, getting stuffed from both ends was
heaven, and I knew that if I worked a little at it I could figure out how
to cum.  "Mmmm," Chris said, putting his hand gently on the back of my head
and running his fingers through my hair, "I'm gonna cum soon, and if I do
before you I'm not gonna let you cum."

I wasn't sure if my ass could take further abuse, but Chris's comment made
me understand that I needed to cum, and soon, or I wasn't going to.  My
fingers were knuckle deep in my ass, so I started by slowly pulling them
back, originally with the intention to pull them all of the way out.  This
turned out to be a bad idea, however, since doing so reduced my urge to cum
considerably.  So instead of completing my fingers' extraction I shoved
them back into position, deep within my ass.  My dick jumped considerably
at this, and the urge to cum flooded back worse than ever.  I groaned
loudly as I repeated this action once, twice, I then pulled off of Chris's
dick, "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!"  I declared.

"Don't stop sucking," Chris ordered, grabbing the back of my head and
pushing me back down onto his dick.  I started bobbing up and down on his
shaft again, trying to time the in and out of my fingers with the up and
down of my sucking.

Suddenly I knew I couldn't take it anymore: I pulled my fingers back,
almost to the point where they were outside my ass, and then shoved them as
deep as I possibly could.  My dick took the cue and started bursting.  It
spasmed on its own, without any help from a hand, and made three or four
good shots of cum onto the deck chair and ground.  It was fantastic,
exactly what I needed, and I was happy to know that I could cum without
touching myself -- something Chris had said I would be forbidden to do.  I
slowed down my bobbing on Chris's cock, but had the good sense not to
release it from the grasp of my lips.  I lifted my ass up again and slowly
removed my fingers, leaving my ass feeling empty and used.  I actually felt
a little gross, embarrassed like I had done something wrong and out of the
ordinary, as I idly sucked on the head of Chris's dick.

"Mmmm," Chris began, "Don't stop your deep throating, I was almost there."
I felt bad for letting my own release distract me, and placed the palm of
both my hands on his thighs.  I made it a point to try and not touch Chris
or his chair with my stink-fingers, and despite being tired and spent I
tried to enthusiastically suck the cum out of the guy.  Lucky for me he
really was almost there, and just a few moments later he was tightly
gripping the back of my head and instructing me to "swallow it all, I don't
want it all over the place like your mess."

I didn't say anything in response, and just kept sliding my lips
deliberately down to the base and then up to the crown.  "Here it comes,"
Chris said, grabbing his balls and giving them a light tug.  All of the
sudden I could feel the spasm of his dick and then a fluid was filling my
mouth.  For a moment I couldn't taste it at all, but I was soon met with
the extreme saltiness of his cum.  I fought the urge to pull away from the
bitter fluid, and instead endeavored to swallow it all.  Unfortunately,
Chris's load was monstrous, and it was difficult for me to manage its
ingestion.  A little dripped out of my mouth and down my chin, but I
continued to do my best at swallowing the remainder.

As the fluid stopped coming and the spasms of Chris's cock subsided I
pulled my head off the tip, sucking a bit and licking the piss slit as my
mouth went by in hopes that I'd leave his tool shiny and clean.  I looked
up passed Chris's six pack stomach and well defined chest towards his
sunglass covered eyes.  He had a small smile on his face, and I had the
feeling he was looking at me, "You have cum on your chin, that means you
didn't swallow it all."  I nodded a bit, but not enough to shake off the
fluid, and used my right index finger to guide the rest of Chris's cum into
my mouth.  "You did well," he shook his head as if this was a particularly
amusing fact, "I wasn't actually convinced you would be able to cum so
easily."

"Well," I replied, lifting myself off of Chris's chair and into a standing
position, "I've been kind of obsessed with getting my ass fucked since I
started watching porn with my brother.  I'm only half surprised to find out
I can do it without touching my cock."

"Yeah, it'll be a really important aspect of your life over the next
month."  Chris said, standing up and placing his arms under mine and around
my back.  "We need to clean you up a bit, don't we?"

I looked into his sunglasses, which were reflecting my face back at me, "My
fingers are kind of dirty," I replied.

Chris lifted up my chin and placed his mouth over mine.  His tongue parted
my lips, which were brushing sensually against his, and my dick instantly
started to plump up again.  Our kiss was long, passionate, and if I didn't
know any better I'd say it was loving.  Chris lifted his lips from mine and
pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head, looking deep within my
soul.  I could feel heat radiating from my body as he held me there, with a
look that made me feel both safe and proud.  "Why don't we go inside and
you can wash your hands," he said, "and let's institute a new rule that the
only things allowed in your ass are dildos, dicks, and plugs."

"I would love to have your dick inside me," I told him, feeling that his
words could be an invitation to getting fucked.

His smile grew more broad, like me asking for his dick was just too much,
"I know you're really hopeful about that, but I'm not sure that I'm gonna
fuck you.  And it's definitely not happening before the sun goes down, so
stop asking."

I looked at the ground, disappointed in Chris's response, but he lifted my
chin up and gave me another kiss in which our tongues danced in perfect
unison.  Chris was a good kisser, that was for sure, and he knew exactly
how to "bone me up" as he had said.  "Am I gonna be horny for the whole day
though?"

"Beyond," Chris nodded, "cumming just now was just my way of saying
welcome.  Now we actually get down to business."  Chris used his arms to
flip me around and started walking me forward, his semi-soft dick pressing
up against my back.  "The goal of today is for you to learn the role you'll
be playing this summer, and also for you to do some preliminary training
for that role."

"What kind of training will I have to do?"  I asked.

"Well, you'll be training all month.  Today is more like information on
skills you'll need for training, and maybe a bit of practice with those
skills."

I smiled, "Is sucking dick one of those skills?"

"Yep," Chris replied, "and lucky for you you're already pretty good.  You
just gotta remember that your orgasm status does not affect the guy you're
blowing's status.  In this house, the guy you're blowing is more important
than you."  He placed his hands on my ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze as
we reached the door to his kitchen, he then leaned over my shoulder and
pulled the handle which opened the door for us.  He led me into the kitchen
with his hands on my ass and walked me over to the kitchen sink.  "I want
you to wash your hands and then stand in the middle of the kitchen with
your hands behind your head and your legs spread kinda like this," he
kicked my legs open so that they were a little more than shoulder width
apart, "the position is known as the 'inspection position' got it?"  He
asked.

"Got it," I said simply, turning the sink on with my elbow.  Chris walked
away leaving me alone without saying another word, which I thought was odd
since when he left before he had made a big deal about leaving me and my
dick unsupervised.  Instead of disobeying Chris's rules, however, I focused
on washing my hands and then getting into the most revealing "inspection
position" that I could.  Chris's house was air conditioned, and the air was
distinctly colder than outside, so my semi-hardon diminished with relative
haste in the artificial breeze.  I stood there with my hands behind my
head, thinking Chris would return at any moment.  As it turned out, he was
gone for nearly five minutes before he walked back into the room.  He
looked kind of silly holding a doc kit and wearing nothing but his
sunglasses, his dick flopping around as he walked.  I smiled at him as he
reentered, "What took so long?"  I asked.

Chris rolled his eyes, "I wasn't gone that long: be patient.  I had to put
on suntan lotion and gather some stuff for you," he shook the doc kit to
emphasize his point.

"So," I said, making a thrusting motion to bounce my dick up and down, "you
gonna inspect me or what?"

Chris smiled, "Feel kind of exposed, don't you?"

"Yeah," I commented, "but I don't really mind."

"That's good," Chris placed a finger on my waist, "the 'inspection
position' is your default position.  Whether you are on your knees or
standing," he began to step around me, looking my entire body up and down
as he did so, "whenever you are in doubt about which position to return to,
this position is the one you assume."

Chris's tone wasn't unfriendly; it wasn't even commanding.  It sounded more
like he was just giving me casual, common sense advice.  "Okay," I said,
"so rule number one will be always return to the inspection position."

Chris stopped walking with his finger above my butt crack.  I longed for
him to run it down or perhaps even for him to push it into my butt, but he
did no such thing.  Instead he lifted his hand off of my body and brought
it down hard on my right butt cheek.  I stiffened my body a bit as he did
this; although the one smack didn't hurt, I could tell that repeated smacks
would eventually start to sting, "Rule number two is that following orders
gets you rewards, disobeying orders gets you punished."

"What kind of punishments will I have to go through?"  I asked, thinking
that I could probably learn to like spankings.

"Oh, we've got all kinds of horrible things in mind," Chris walked around
to face me and I could see a frown on his face, "Dan is gonna be the main
person to punish you, the house enforcer you might say, and him and your
brother picked out a few really nasty non-permanent tortures."

"Tortures?" I gulped.

"Don't worry, we'll more-or-less ease you into it.  Start you out with
spankings and then move on to other things when you start to enjoy them too
much."

I nodded, "That sounds fair, I was just thinking that I could learn to like
spankings."

Chris nodded too, "Yeah, and we can't have you liking punishments, or else
you'd never learn from them.  With any luck spankings will last you a
while."  Chris reached forward and grabbed my flaccid dick, giving it a
gentle squeeze.

I looked curiously at him, "Any other rules I should know about?  Or should
I start giving you another blow job?"

Chris smiled and shook his head, "You're not getting off again for a while,
better get used to being horny."  Chris was rubbing my dick now, and I was
starting to get hard again, "From now on when you address me or the other
guys, you should call us either master or sir."

"Can I call you Master Chris?"  I asked, "or does it have to be just
'Master'?"

Chris shrugged, "'Master Chris is fine I guess.  I think it'd be nice if
you can distinguish between us."

"Master Chris it is then," I replied, "Would Master Chris like another blow
job?"

Chris smiled at my eagerness but shook his head, releasing my dick and
circling around behind me, "No, that last one was good enough to last me a
while."  He began massaging both my butt cheeks with his hands, gently
rubbing his knuckles into the tissue.  I closed my eyes and lost myself in
the feeling as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "What do you say we go
back outside with the beer?"

"I'd like that," I informed him, "but can I ask a question?"

I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he spoke, "Shoot kid."

"Why am I going to have to be horny?"

Chris laughed lightly and patted his right hand on my ass and pushed me
towards the door, "Because," he replied, "it's part of being gay."

We reached the door and Chris pushed me through the threshold and outside,
removing our skin-to-skin contact and reaching behind him to shut it as we
walked through.  I turned around, hands still behind my head, as if Chris
was holding me up with his flaccid dick, and looked Chris in the eye, "Why
is horniness part of being gay?"

Chris had his sunglasses back over his eyes, which continued to have the
effect of making him look kind of ridiculous as a result of wearing nothing
but.  He still had a smile on his face, which made me relieved since our
conversation inside felt kind of serious.  Luckily, Chris seemed to be
taking my descent into servitude with a light heart.  He approached me
again, put his hands on my hips, and spun me around, continuing to walk me
towards the beer.  "Usually in a relationship there's a guy and a girl, and
biologically girls want sex less than guys."

"Okay," I agreed, not really sure where he was going.

"As a result heterosexuals don't have sex every day, and thus the girl's
pussy doesn't become too loose."

"Is that different with gay guys?"  I asked.

We reached our deck chairs and Chris instructed me to lay down comfortably
on mine, while he did the same on his, "Well, the difference is that with
gay guys, both guys want sex all the time, but if the relationship has one
guy as the bottom and one guy as the top, the bottom's ass can become
overused pretty fast."

I looked down at my hard cock, and thought about the fact that I had been
asking Chris to fuck me since I had arrived.  Clearly something was wrong
with his logic, "But how does me being horny counteract that?  If anything
I want sex more, not less."

Chris smiled and handed me a fresh, cold beer from the cooler, which he
popped open with one hand, "Well, of course you want sex more right now,"
he said taking a large swig from his can, "it's only your first day.  The
goal is that you'll eventually be content just pleasing the other guy, and
won't constantly ask to get your ass stuffed.  Plus, due to the fact that
you'll pretty much always be horny, you'll pretty much always jump at the
chance to satisfy."

I took a sip of my beer, but kept starring at my dick, which was hanging
half hard in the summer sun, "That sounds really tough," I said, not sure
what else really could be said about the matter.

"Don't worry," Chris replied, "an actual relationship won't be as tough as
this summer.  In an actual relationship you'll be able to stroke your cock
to relieve horniness, but this summer you'll be learning to deny yourself
anal despite the fact that you want it."

I shrugged, "But I've been using a dildo every day and I don't feel like
I'm getting incredibly loose."

Chris laughed, "That dildo that you've been using, it's like one-fourth the
size of a real dick.  A real dick will loosen you a lot faster than that
thing."

I took a swig of my beer, I wasn't sure I wanted to know how Chris knew
about my dildo, but then again my brother had probably told him about it.
"So my being horny is supposed to help keep me tight?"

"Right," Chris nodded, "tight like a girl.  Instead of asking to be fucked
every day, you'll refrain and get fucked only once every three or four
days."

I sighed, "That sounds alright I guess, as long as I get fucked sometimes."

Chris shook his head, "Well, this summer is not going to be as easy as all
that.  I'm pretty sure you'll go at least two weeks without getting off at
some point or another."

I finished my beer and put it down on the ground beside me, "Two weeks
doesn't sound so awful."

Chris smiled at me, finishing his beer as well, "I'm glad you think so, I'm
not sure I could stand being super horny for two weeks straight."

"If it means being a good lover," I said, giving Chris a meaningful look,
"then I'll do whatever it takes."

"Good attitude," Chris said, reaching into the cooler and grabbing two more
beers, handing one to me, "every time things get tough just try to keep
that in your head."

"I'll try sir," I said, snapping the beer open and taking a swig.  "So what
are we doing for the rest of the day then?  Just sitting in the sun and
drinking beer?"

"Well," Chris began, snapping his beer open, "It's only about 3, so we've
got a lot of time on our hands.  I've promised your brother I'd explain
your role here this summer before midnight."

"What happens after midnight?"  I asked.

"The other guys are coming sometime after that.  We'll probably be asleep
by the time they get here though."

I looked over at Chris's naked body, ran my eyes down his well developed
chest and abs, and settled them onto his flaccid penis, "That's good, I'm
not sure I could deal with the other guys today."

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Author's Notes:

Thanks to everyone who sent me comments about part 1, I always appreciate
knowing what the readers think.  This is my first story on Nifty so if you
have feedback, let me know!  Send your thoughts to RyanHartBooks@Yahoo.com
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An additional thanks goes out to Alex Kerr from fanfiction.net.  Your
efforts in editing have been invaluable.