Date: Sun, 01 May 2011 20:30:28 -0400
From: spider3x3.excite <spider3x3@excite.com>
Subject: CHERRY FOR THE MAN IN CHARGE
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CHERRY FOR THE MAN IN CHARGE
by TY SHANNON
I checked my watch before I knocked. I was told to be here at 7,
and I know he wouldn't like it if I was late. I didn't have to knock
twice -- Walt opened the door and I stepped inside, but I waited for
him to speak first.
"Good evening, Dave," he said.
"Good evening, sir."
He closed and locked the door, and then took me in his arms.
His mustache brushed my nose as he began to kiss me, slowly and
gently at first, but soon more insistently. I let my lips part, and
his tongue probed my mouth and wiped across my teeth. His arms
tightened around me, and I moaned quietly and rubbed my crotch
against his. My cock was responding to his actions, and his hands
grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled my hips firmly against his bulge.
But shortly he stepped back and smiled, "You're really hot
tonight, aren't you, boy?"
I smiled back. "Yes, sir. I've been looking forward to this."
He chuckled. "So have I, Dave, so have I."
As we headed back through the house, he said, "I have to make a
quick pit stop. Go on in."
"Yes, sir." I had been up to see him several times in the last
few months, so I knew my way around. I went into the family room
and stood there a moment; he was always in charge, and I knew I
shouldn't sit down until he gave me permission.
But then I realized what he would do the first thing -- what he
did every time. So I quickly stripped off all my clothes and piled
them neatly on the chair where they belonged. Then I stood naked in
front of the fireplace and assumed the position he required -- legs
spread a little, hands clasped behind my head. I had no way of
knowing what he would want to do with me tonight, but I was sure
it would result in an incredible orgasm -- for both of us.
Some people might think this is a weird relationship -- I'm
his "boy", and when we're together I always wait on him and obey his
orders. But I really enjoy it -- I don't have to think about
anything, or make any plans or any decisions. He takes care of
everything -- and the sex is fantastic!
When I heard the bathroom door open I tensed the muscles in my
arms and legs, and tightened my abdomen, the way he liked. He
entered the room and saw me, and burst out laughing. "Fantastic,
boy! That's excellent. You're really getting with the program."
I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Thank you, sir."
He moved up in front of me and let his eyes travel slowly up
and down my naked form. I'm about five-ten and one-hundred fifty
pounds, and I work out regularly, because I like the way my body
looks when I'm really in shape. I have dirty-blond hair and keep it
fairly short -- I can't be bothered messing with long hair. I have
almost no hair on my chest and that's the way I like it -- and so
did he.
Walt was almost a head taller than me, with dark hair that was
slightly graying at the temples. He was also about 10 years older
than me. His piercing eyes stared at my cock and I felt it begin to
lengthen from his interest.
He stepped up to me and let his hand caress lightly across my
hairless chest. His fingers squeezed and tugged at one nipple, but
I didn't say anything -- it felt good, and my hardening prick
surged a little. But then his hand grasped my half-hard cock and he
pulled my body tightly against his chest, and I could feel his big
Harley belt-buckle pressed into my stomach as his tongue raped my
willing mouth again.
Then he moved behind me, and I felt his hand massaging lightly
across my shoulders and down my back. I have almost no hair on my
ass, so I felt the rough skin on his fingers as he squeezed my left
ass cheek -- and then the right one. Shortly his finger slid down
into my crack and began to tease my asshole -- around and around,
and up and down.
His mustache brushed against my ear as he kissed my neck, and
he whispered, "You like that, boy?"
Without relaxing my pose, I pushed my ass back against his
probing finger and replied, "Yes, sir." I had learned a lot about
my body since I started seeing him, and the things that turned me
on.
With a quick slap on my ass he came back around in front of
me. My dick was now standing up hard, and he smiled. "That's
what I wanta see, boy."
I smiled back at him. "Yes, sir. I know."
His hand caressed my shaft and stroked it a few times, and then
searched lower and played with my balls. He leaned forward and
kissed me once more, hard, but then he stepped back -- the
inspection was over, and I waited for his instructions.
"Turn the TV on, boy. We're gonna watch for a while."
"Yes, sir." I relaxed from the pose as he started to leave the
room.
But he turned back briefly, "I have to go upstairs for a
minute. But don't touch your prick -- that belongs to me."
"Yes, sir, I know."
He left, and I turned the TV on and watched it warm up. Then I
assumed the position again, since he had not given me any further
directions.
He was back in a couple minutes, now wearing a bathrobe and
carrying a video tape, which he handed to me. "Put this in, and
then get us a beer."
"Yes, sir." I started the tape in the VCR and then walked out
to the kitchen, with my hard cock waving in front of me. It's a
good thing his house is out in the country, so no one can see me
through a window! I got two beers from the fridge, and when I
returned he motioned me to sit next to him on the couch.
I could see from the preliminaries that the tape was a gay
porno flick. As the action started in the film, Walt let his hand
caress down my thigh -- and then up amd down my leg, and finally
cupping my balls. I settled down into the couch and spread my legs
a little more to give him easy access to me. But I didn't attempt
to do anything to him -- he was in charge, and when he wanted me to
work on him he would tell me.
The cock-sucking got pretty heavy on the screen, and Walt
finally started working on my hot rod -- caressing it, and stroking
it, and rubbing it against my stomach. I could feel my blood
warming up and I wanted to reach over and play with his meat at the
same time -- but he wouldn't like that.
He kept playing with me as we watched the film, and I moaned
and began to thrust my hips upwards on every stroke of his hand. He
looked at me briefly, "Easy, boy. Enjoy it, but don't let it get
carried away."
"Yes, sir." He sometimes teased me like this -- working on my
prick but telling me not to let it come. At the first cum shot in
the film I had to look away and think of something else, or I would
have gone off right then.
Shortly in the video one of the guys started fucking the other.
"Watch this, boy," Walt said, "See how they do it."
I watched closely, although I had seen films like this before.
But I knew what he was referring to -- in all the times I had been
up to see him, I had never let him fuck my ass. I had often thought
I would like to try it, but I never had the guts -- he was just too
big.
We watched them fucking on the screen for several minutes, but
finally Walt said, "Get down here, boy -- on the floor." I didn't
reply; I just got up and knelt on the floor between his knees.
"Hands behind your back, boy." I obeyed. "Now take it out."
There was a loose knot holding the sash on his robe, and I
untied it easily with my teeth. Then grasping one flap of the robe
with my mouth I swung my head and tossed it to one side, and then
did the same with the other side. He was naked beneath the robe,
and my dick surged as I looked at his body. He was in pretty good
shape for an older man, with solid muscles in his arms and chest.
His stomach was a little soft, probably from the beer he liked so
much. He had a patch of curly hair between his dark nipples, and
then a trail of hair down the center of his stomach to the full bush
at his crotch. To me, that's sexy as hell.
His cock was at full mast, showing a thick 9 inches, and I
licked my lips and just stared at it -- I wasn't allowed to touch it
until he gave me permission. He ignored me and watched the film for
a couple minutes -- he knew that teasing me like that just made me
want it all the more.
But finally he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it
towards his crotch. "Go for it, boy."
At last! "Thank you, sir." He didn't tell me I could use my
hands so I kept them clasped behing my back.
I lowered my face to his crotch and pressed against his hot
tool, rubbing my cheeks across it and feeling it slide smoothly
against my skin. (I had made it a point to shave just before I came
over here, so that I would not have any stubble to irritate his
gorgeous cock.) I could smell the rich scent of his steamy crotch,
and could tell that he had showered just before I got here.
Then I used my tongue -- licking up his shaft and down the
other side, and then down into his coarse hair. I licked and chewed
at his flesh, and then moved lower and laved his heavy balls. My
heart was beating madly; this was my fantasy come true --
servicing his dick and doing what he told me.
Then I went for the head of his cock -- tongued around it, and
tasted the slit and the drops of pre-cum showing there. When it was
all slicked up I rubbed my face against it some more and moaned
quietly -- I loved the slick feel of the soft skin as it slid
over my face.
But then suddenly his hands grabbed both sides of my head.
"Enough playing, boy! Take it!" He postioned my lips right at the
head of his hot cock and pulled downwards, forcing his meat into my
mouth. He pulled roughly, till the tip of his huge muscle was
jammed aginst the back of my throat, and he held it there for many
seconds -- I couldn't breathe, and tears welled up in my eyes.
Finally he let up, and I pulled my head back and gasped some
air in through the sides of my mouth. Then I began to suck him in
earnest -- long, slow strokes, all the way up and all the way down.
I had no idea what was happening in the film and I didn't care -- I
just feasted on his huge, throbbing dick. And I loved it!
I sucked him for a long time and my mouth was getting tired,
but I knew I had to keep going till he told me I could stop. I
tightened my lips and swung my mouth from side to side, and swirled
my tongue around the head. I could feel it get harder and hotter in
my mouth, and I could see the muscles in his stomach and legs quiver,
so I knew he was getting close.
But shortly he pushed my head back and stood up. "Come on,
boy, we're going upstairs." So I followed him up to the bedroom,
wondering what would happen next.
He stood by the bed and took me by the shoulders, and kissed me
briefly. Then he spoke quietly. "It's cherry night, boy."
My stomach flipped a little -- I was afraid I knew what he
had in mind, but I asked anyway, "What do you mean, sir?"
"You know, boy. You've been keeping that beautiful asshole to
yourself for two months now, and tonight it's gonna be mine."
"I know, sir, but you're just too big."
"Too bad, boy. I'm in charge here, and you just do what I
tell you. Right?"
I swallowed and hesitated -- but finally answered, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Tonight I'm gonna fuck that ass. But you can handle
it, boy, I'm sure of that. And before we're done you'll enjoy it."
Still I hesitated. He had played with my asshole a number of
times, so it wouldn't be completely new. Besides, it looked like I
didn't have any choice in the matter -- and that was probably just
as well.
His hand reached down and caressed my hard dick, and he went
on, "But I'm not gonna take it, boy. You're gonna give it to me."
I wasn't sure what that meant, but I just replied, "Yes, sir."
He sat down on the bed. "Go to the dresser and get the jar of
grease and the vibrator."
I did as I was told and returned to the bed. His hand patted
the blanket so I climbed up beside him, and he said, "I'll give
you a few minutes to get yourself loosened up."
It took me a moment to figure out what he wanted -- but then I
lay down on the bed and got some grease on my finger, raised my
knees and put my finger against my puckered hole. I swirled it
around a little and then slid it in part way. I got some more lube
and worked the finger all the way in, and then wriggled it
around some. A couple more times, and then I picked up the
vibrator. It was only about an inch thick but I knew it would be a
struggle -- and he's a lot bigger than that! But I was committed
now.
He stroked my prick some as I greased up the vibrator. "You're
doing good, boy. Just keep goin'."
I reached down and positioned the head of the vibrator at my
hole. Then I gritted my teeth and started to push it in. I groaned
as it began to slip inside -- I couldn't help it; it was so tight.
I pulled it back out and greased it up some more, and then tried
again. I got it in a little and then just pushed it -- and felt it
slide inside me.
I gasped, and paused for a minute to adjust to the fullness.
I didn't know how I'd ever be able to take his huge cock in there!
His hand continued to move over my flesh as he encouraged me,
"That's good, boy. You're doing fine. Just relax the muscles."
After a minute I began to slip the dildo in and out, slowly and
carefully. By concentrating I was able to keep everything relaxed
so it didn't hurt. But I felt stuffed.
He let me work it around for a few minutes, but finally said,
"That's enough, boy. Time for the real thing." He took the
vibrator from me and tossed it on the floor.
Then he lay back on the bed. "Grease me up, boy." His cock
was still hard, so I took a glob of lube from the jar and wiped it
on the head, and swirled it down the shaft, coating it up good.
Then I put a little more inside my tender asshole -- I figured I
would need all the help I could get.
"Okay, boy. Get up here and straddle my waist."
I paused -- now I knew what he meant about me giving it to him.
But I did what he told me -- got up on my knees and straddled him,
and slid back so the crack of my ass was resting on his hard shaft.
He reached up and pulled my head down and kissed me. "Now,
boy -- sit down on it."
Again I hesitated -- I was starting to sweat just in
anticipation of taking that huge monster inside me. But I had to do
what he told me, so finally I raised up and grasped his rod in my
hand. I moved my hips around till I felt the head positioned at my
sphincter.
I pushed down a little -- but it didn't want to go in. God, it
was so big!
His hand grabbed my dick. "Go on, boy, you can do it. ... You
know you want it."
I gave him a slight smile, "Yes, sir. I really do." So I pushed
down harder -- harder -- and the head popped in. I moaned -- it
hurt, and I waited. Then I pushed some more, and felt it slide
in a little further -- but it felt like it was going to split me
open.
His hands played with my body. "Come on, boy, do it. The
worst part is over." But I just sat there, trying to get up the
courage to push it the rest of the way home.
His voice was very quiet. "Do it, Dave. You know you want it.
Don't you?"
"Yes, sir." And I really did -- I wanted to give him everything
I have. I continued to hold his shaft in my hand and pushed down
harder -- and more of it slid into me, but my face grimmaced from
the pain.
"Yeah, boy. Take it!"
I was beginning to adjust to the fullness, so I slowly rode up
and down on it a few times -- and each time I tried to sit down
farther onto it. I bounced -- and pushed -- and bounced -- and
pushed. Finally I just groaned loudly and jammed down hard -- and
felt my ass cheeks resting on his flesh.
"Yeah, boy. That's it! You did it! You've got it all." But
shit, it felt like it was going to come out my throat.
I sat there a couple minutes getting used to the fullness and
tightness, and then started to ride him -- up and down, up and down.
By concentrating on relaxing the muscles, it didn't really hurt --
but, God, it was uncomfortable!
Now he groaned. "Yeah, boy. Do it. Give me that beautiful
ass."
I rested both hands on his chest and began fucking myself on his
hot tool -- up to the top and all the way down -- again and again.
I could feel his pubic hair grinding against my tender ass every
time I hit bottom.
He was getting into it now. "Yeah, boy. Take it. Give it to
me." And his hips began to rise to meet my downward thrusts.
Then he pulled me down and kissed me, and I just sat there with
my ass crammed full. "How you doin', boy?"
"Okay, I guess, Sir."
He pushed lightly on my chest. "Sit up straight." I did as he
told me. "Hands behind your head." I obeyed.
With one hand he began to stroke my half-hard cock, which
quickly rose to full mast again; and his other hand played over my
stomach and chest. "Go ahead, boy," he said, "Start riding it some
more."
So I began sliding up and down on his throbbing shaft -- up --
down -- up -- down. On and on. It was harder being erect like
this, but his hands were exciting me and I started to feel the warm
glow in my guts. And the nerves around my asshole were starting to
respond to the slick muscle sliding in and out. I was starting to
really get into it.
His fingers tugged and tweaked at one nipple -- and then the
other. I groaned, but tried to bounce on him a little faster.
But then suddenly he stopped me. "Up, boy. Get off."
I looked at him blankly for a moment, but then rested my hands
on his chest and slowly let his hot prick slip out of my ass. God,
it felt so empty now!
He stood up quickly and moved to the foot of the bed. "On your
back, boy, and slide down here. Now!"
I rolled onto my back and scooted down so my ass was right at
the end of the bed. He lifted my legs so they rested on his
shoulders, which raised my hips off the bed a little. Then he
grasped his man-tool and positioned it at my sphincter.
I clutched my fists in the blanket and held my breath. But he
just stood there smiling down at me. Then he said quietly, "You
want it, boy?"
I was so into this now I couldn't say no. "Yes, sir. Please."
Still he waited. "Tell me, boy."
I wanted it! "Please, sir! Fuck me with that huge cock!"
With that he struck, and with one fierce lunge he thrust into
me -- till his flesh slapped against my naked ass cheeks and I felt
his pubic hair grinding against me. Then he grasped my hips and
began to fuck me -- hard and fast. "BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ...
BAM!" I just held onto the bed and felt the heat begin to build
inside my guts. It went on and on.
Then he said, "Grab your dick, boy. I wanta see you come all
over that beautiful body."
I didn't say anything; I just began to stroke my prick.
"BAM! .. BAM!" I stroked myself. "BAM! ... BAM!" I squeezed
it and pulled it and beat at it. There was no pain from his fucking
now -- just flames growing inside my cock and balls. I watched his
abs ripple on each stroke.
"BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM!" He was slamming into me harder and
faster, and I bounced on the bed and groaned every time he hit bottom.
He was almost shouting now. "Come on, boy! Shoot that load!"
I felt his cock head getting hotter inside of me, so I stroked
my dick faster.
Then his fingers grasped both of my nipples, and they squeezed
and tugged and pulled while he kept battering into me! That just
made my blood boil. "BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM!"
My muscles strained as I felt it rising, and my head flopped
from side to side. "OH, GOD! I'M GONNA COME!!"
He was there, too. "YEAH!! TAKE IT!!" And then I felt his cum
spurt into me, like a flash of boiling oil. That was all it took --
my cum flew across my chest -- again -- again -- again!!!
He slammed into me a few more times, and then he stopped -- and
stood there with his throbbing prick embedded inside me. I milked
the last drops of cum from my tool and then looked up at him. His
sweat dripped onto my chest and stomach. He took one finger and
mixed some of his sweat with some of my cum, and slid the finger
into my willing mouth. And I sucked it clean.
He smiled. "How you doin', boy?"
I grinned back at him, "Great, sir. That was fantastic!"
"Good. I don't want to hear any shit from you in the future,
about not wanting to get fucked."
"No, sir. I can handle it -- now."