Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 14:24:12 -0800 (PST)
From: James Truett <savannahkid2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two tales of summer, Part 4 (t/t, Auth)

Clay's tale:

As James and I left the cottage Eric yelled, "Hey `O'
see you tonight."  James looked at me and said, "What
was that about?"  I looked over and said, "I guess you
told Eric about him not talking to Anne.  I guess he
wants a price for his silence; he wants me to give him
head. He calls me "O' for oral.  He also said you
thought I would suck you off before the end of summer.
 Did you say that?"

"Yea, he and I were talking and he was asking me about
what, you know, what you do.  I told him it felt a lot
better than doing it myself.  He then asks me if you
had sucked my dick.  I said no but I thought you would
soon because I thought you wanted too. I thought you
would take a little persuasion."  I was mad as I said,
"I'm not going to suck you or Eric, that's queer."  He
looked at me and said, "We'll see."


As we left the island I turned toward the pits.  As we
passed the rocks of the pits I thought I had to talk
James out of continuing with the gay thing.  It was OK
to help him out or even help Eric but the queer part
made me nervous.  James said, "We have a couple of
hours before we need to pick up Anne, why don't you
ride to the north beach area."  This is a dunes area
on the far side of the pits.  It was not as populated
as the beach area the cottages were located.

We were in the dunes just a few minutes when James
said, "What would you do if I told you to suck my
cock?"  This was not the conversation I had expected.
I hadn't answered him when he continued, "You did say
you would do anything for me earlier today."  I was
confused as he had turned the "anything" around.  I
didn't mean that, did I?


"This morning when I put my finger in your mouth you
sucked on it.  You were kneeling beside my bed with a
hard-on and you were sucking on my finger.  I told you
that you have done pretty good so far, Jack, maybe you
are ready to help me in a different way.  You know
sucking my finger is not a lot different from sucking
my dick.  Still just skin and bone.  Except I can shot
with one and can't with the other."

I knew I had turned red and stared at James he reached
up with his index finger and rubbed my lips.  "You
going to open up and suck me again, just for practice.
What do you think?"  He never let me answer as pushed
his finger past my teeth and was rubbing my tongue for
the second time. "Come on suck on my finger, just
imagine what it would feel like to try this on my
cock."



James' tale:

I guess tonight started differently than I had
planned.  I had told Eric that I thought Jack was
coming around and that he would probably suck me off
sooner or later.  I just never planned on the "shit
head" to tell Jack.  Well the damage was done so I had
Jack ride to the backside of the dunes.  I needed to
"get off" again before we picked up Anne.  As we
parked I told Jack that it was time to suck my cock.
I put my finger in his mouth and the shit closed his
eyes and sucked on it like it was my cock.  It got me
hard and I was ready for the warm mouth on my finger
to swallow my bone. He was scared when I told him to
open the door and come around to my side of the car
but he did it.  I was unsure how to get him to follow
my orders but I wanted him to suck my dick. As he
opened the door I told him to kneel down.  I swung my
legs outside the car and placed a leg on each side of
Jack.

He looked awkward kneeling between my legs with his
face just inches from my jean-clad crotch. "Well its
time Jack, come on and do it." Jack started stroking
my mound through the jeans.  He never tried to talk
his way out of this. He kept feeling my bone. That's
when I undid my belt.  His eyes were big but they
never quit watching my bone.  He actually wanted it
out. I thought, "This afternoon my girlfriend plans to
visit me.  I'll probably fuck her and get a blowjob
from Jack on the same date.  What a lucky day."


I can still see his face when I said, "Jack, take it
out." He looked at me like a caged tiger with a
puzzled look and asked, "What do you want me to do?
Can't I just jerk you off?" I was strong as I said,
"Listen Jack, I told you earlier that you will do what
I say.  Take my cock out and well lets just say we'll
keep what goes on here secret, if you get my drift."

Clay's tale:

"There is that `Get his drift again.'" I couldn't
believe that earlier he had called me a queer.  I had
said, "I'll do anything you want." Now I knew what he
wanted.  He wanted me to suck his dick. My face
started turning redder as I looked at the zipper and
saw the sneer on James face as he said again, "Pull it
down you are almost there."  I even saw his bone. I
did as I was told and pulled down his zipper.  James
moved up and let me lower his jeans.  I even removed
his tennis shoes and pulled his jeans off his legs.
When I moved back into the kneeling position I saw his
hard-on in his jockeys.  I hooked my hand in the band
and started down with his shorts.

James moved up so I could get the jockeys over his
hard-on and below his hips. I pulled them off. As I
rose back up I saw his rod.  I had jerked him off a
few dozen times since we had reached the beach.  I had
never really been this close to his hard cock. James
looked down and said, "Its time.  Watch the teeth and
don't spill any of my cum. I expect you to swallow it
all."

I knew I had made the decision that would give James
complete control of my life.  I looked at his large
balls and I knew how much cum they had spew when I
jerked him off.  I knew they were ready to fill my
throat with a large dose of his boy sperm.  I saw the
black pubic hair that I had stroked each morning and
thought of the first time I woke him up by jerking him
off.  I think I wanted to do this then but I could
only do it if I was told to.  After all, I was his
slave.


James' tale:


Things were great.  Jack was kneeling between my legs.
 He was holding my cock and staring up at me like a
lost puppy.  I said, "Go ahead." He just lowered his
mouth toward my rod and closed his lips over the first
inch of my cock. Man his mouth was warm. I was ready
to blast from the first.  Not just because of the feel
of his mouth on my cock but the idea that he had
transformed from my friend who had lost the bet to my
slave that would suck my cock.


Clay's tale:

I was a slave to James.  I placed my mouth over his
cock and I was sucking his cock.  I started moving my
head up and down on his rod. Just and inch at a time
to start. I wanted to please James and I started
opening wider and taking more and more of his cock
into my mouth. One inch at a time he entered my mouth.
 I looked like I was a sword sallower.  He never moved
but let me do all the work.  I think he wanted to make
sure I gave his cock the proper worship.  My lips
caused the only force in this blowjob as I stroked the
soft spongy shaft as it slid in and out of my mouth.

My lips could feel a large vein like tube running the
length of his cock.  I wanted this to last forever so
I pushed further down each time I took his cock into
my mouth.  After a few tries I felt the pubes at my
nose.  I had his whole cock in my mouth and I had only
gagged a few times. I did not have to wait long before
I felt James start to spasm and I knew my task would
soon be complete.

As James started jerking around in the seat I felt his
first blast of cum hit the back of my mouth.  I
clamped my lips tightly around the mushroom head of
his prick and let it shoot into my open mouth.  I was
not going to let a drop spill.  My first blowjob was
going to be completed just as James had told me.
After James cock stopped shooting I lifted up and
opened my mouth for James to see that I had captured
his whole load.  And as he looked at he cavern full of
his seed I slowly swallowed. He looked down at me and
said, "Shit `O' that was awesome."