Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2002 18:23:01 -0800 (PST)
From: James Truett <savannahkid2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two tales of summer, Part 1 (t/t, Auth)

By The SavannahKid (James T.)

James's tale:

My favorite story on Nifty is "Lee and Me" by
maxwelllite.  There is little sex in this story but it
appeals to me because of an experience I had when I
was sixteen.  I, like Lee in the "Lee and me" story,
became caught up in what would be a long summer.

When I was sixteen my father rented two cottages at
the beach.  One was to be used by my mom and dad.  The
second was for my friends and me.  Clay, Joe and Eric
were excited about spending the summer at the beach
with me and we planned to soak up the rays and look
for girls.

We left home Saturday morning; Clay and Joe rode with
me.  Eric was to catch a ride with my parents later in
the day.  When we opened the cottage we found a nice
two bedroom condo-like cottage with a kitchen and a
sitting room.  There was one problem though. There
were only twin beds in one bedroom and a double bed in
the second bedroom.

Arguing soon started as to who would share a bed.
There was "no way" to compromise as each of us wanted
our own bed. We argued all afternoon until Eric and my
mom and dad arrived.  Eric was the one who suggested
we flip, or draw straws to see who had to share a bed.
 We could not even agree to which way we could settle
the sleeping arrangements.  I think Clay came up with
the idea to play monopoly.  The first person to get
Boardwalk would get the double bed and the unlucky
person to land on Boardwalk would have to sleep on the
couch with a sleeping bag.

Clay's tale:

Yea, the story was similar to Lee's tale except that I
was the unlucky Rob.  I  never trusted James although
I never disliked him.  But for some reason I felt
uneasy around him.   He was a good six inches taller
than me and always excelled in every thing we did.
Hell he even excelled in monopoly. I guess I felt like
Rob did "that Lee spoke down to him", I felt James
spoke down to me also, as if I was his inferior.  I
guess when James bought Boardwalk and started changing
the rules I should have spoken up but I never did.

James first change (or challenge I should say) was
that if he put a house on Boardwalk before any of us
landed on it, then the unlucky person had to be the
servant to the other three for the first week.  He
then added if he could get a hotel on it before one of
us landed on it then the unlucky person would have to
serve the others the whole summer.  The job of servant
was never  really defined.  Little did I dream that it
would include total obedience to James?  Well as you
can guess James got the hotel on Boardwalk and I was
the unlucky "servant".  I tried to argue that James
had cheated but Joe and Eric were not going to take a
chance of losing their beds.

James first instruction to me was to get my sleeping
bag and put it on the floor at the foot of his bed.
He said, "I might need something from you during the
night."   Eric laughed and said, "I guess you'd better
sleep light Clay.  You know that James is a pervert."
We all laughed at that but James was just smiling at
me as he said, "Hell Clay, you're going to learn a lot
this summer and you don't really mind do you?"

James's tale:

When I bought Boardwalk, I thought, "I wonder who will
land on it."  Then when I put the hotel on it I
thought, "This could be fun.  I never really planned
on pushing things too far but when Clay landed on it,
he seemed as if he was nervous as shit.  I thought I
would just scare him a little that first night."

After we went to supper we all decided to go to bed.
Just as Clay zipped up his bag I said, "You can go get
me a coke now."  Clay looked at me with a surprised
look and said, "Shit its ten o'clock get your own
coke."  That pissed me off and I yelled at him,
"Listen asshole you're my slave now go get me a coke."
 I guess it caught him off guard and he said "Yea,
OK."   I looked down at him and said, "You'll only
call me Sir when we are in this room, understand?"
He was shocked as he looked at me and said, "Yes SIR."
 I said, "Then move your ass and do what I said."  He
jumped up and started to put on his jeans and I said,
"No go like you are."


Clay's tale:

I was nervous as I slept on the floor in James's room.
 You have to know about James to understand my
nervousness'.   James likes to walk around naked after
he showers at gym and just before we went to sleep
tonight he stripped and walked around the cottage
naked.  He said it felt better to swing free.  I
didn't feel attracted to James body but having his
cock swinging around the room unnerved me.

When he yelled at me and called me his slave I thought
I would puke.  Why was I always ending up in
situations like this?  I ran in my jockey shorts to
the kitchen and got the coke for James.  As I was
heading back to the room Joe yelled, "You had better
hurry, James might need his ass kissed."  Both him and
Eric laughed at me.  I felt "as low" as one can get.

When I entered the room, James was sitting on the side
of the bed with his legs spread wide.  I looked down
and noticed that he was getting a "semi".  I handed
him the coke and said will that be all and he laughed
and said, "No there's one more thing you can do and
looked down at his hardening cock."   I became unglued
at James,  "I'm not going to."  James laughed as he
grabbed my arm, "Yea I guess some other time, Just
hold the coke up for me to sip and don't look down."

If you could imagine my humiliation standing in front
of James letting him sip the coke while he jerked off.
 It was if I was not even in the room.  Soon I felt
the warm splashes of his teen cum as it landed on my
legs and feet.  He laughed as he said, "Sorry about
that, go get me a warm wash cloth."   In my
embarrassed state I said, "Yes, sir."

After wetting the washcloth, I returned and tried to
hand it to James.  He said, "Thanks man boy I'm a
mess."  I looked down as he started to wash the cum
from his groin. It was like I was living a bad dream
as he cleaned the last of the sticky cum from his
balls.  I reached for the rag to clean my legs when he
said really loud, "don't clean my cum from your legs,
leave it there and think about it as you sleep."

My humiliation was complete.  I had watched him spray
me as I stood there as he jerked off.  Now he had told
Joe and Eric.  I crawled into my bag with his sticky
goop and my legs.