Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 20:16:01 -0800 (PST)
From: James Truett <savannahkid2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two tales of summer, Part 2 (t/t, Auth)

James's tale:

I guess you could say I have some exhibitionism in me.
 I have a good body and I like to show it off.  When
I'm around other guys I like to be the lead.  I guess
that's my "A" traits coming out.  When Clay jumped up
and ran to get me a coke last night I felt strong.
Then when I heard the comments from Eric and Joe I
felt even more powerful.  Even though the power I had
was over Clay, one of my friends, it gave me a rush.
I was sitting up on the bed waiting to see if Clay
would bring back the coke.  When he returned with the
coke I saw him stare at my cock.  I didn't realize
that I was on the bone.  He looked embarrassed as he
asked, "Will that be all."  I saw him staring at my
cock and I laughed.  I looked down at it and said, "No
there's one more thing you can do for me."   He became
a wild man yelling,  "No, No way."  I don't know why I
had to assert my will but I did.  I grabbed his arm
and I just started jerking off with him standing in
front of me.  I don't think I've ever felt that
powerful before.  I actually liked humiliating Clay.

Clay's tale:

I thought I had experienced the most humiliation
possible as I looked down.  I watched as James washed
his groin.  My humiliation was just starting as I
watched him spray me. I stood there as he jerked off.
Joe and Eric wanted to know everything that went on
last night.  I didn't want to talk about it but James
did. He watched my reaction at breakfast as he told
Eric that I had helped him jerk off and had even been
sprayed.  I can still hear Eric as he said, "Shit
that's gross guy." I was nervous all day as we walked
the beach and hung out.  To my relief everything was
back to normal.  James was actually nice to me all day
but just to play it safe I kept my distance from him.


Things were pretty normal until bedtime tonight.  I
hurried to get in my bag hoping James would leave me
alone.  He stayed up late playing cards with Eric and
Joe.  I never heard him as he entered the bedroom.  I
felt the first kick and heard him call my name, "Get
up, Eric wants a coke."  I was still groggy as I eased
out of my bag and mumbled, "Where is he."    He
laughed and said, "We are all in the sitting room
slave, get you're butt up."  I moved toward my pants
when I heard him say, "No like you are, it's just us
guys here."  That's when I noticed that James was
naked.  Being called a slave excited me and as I
looked up at James. He had a look that said, "You like
this shit don't you?"  When our eye's met his smirk
said everything.

I entered the sitting area and grabbed a coke front
the fridge and brought it to Eric.  As I handed it to
him I don't know why I said, "Anything else SIR."  He
said, "Sure but not right now."  James and Joe laughed
at his comment.  I think I turned a dozen shades of
red and I started back to the bedroom when James said,
"Who said you can leave?"  I looked over at him with a
questioning look on my face.  I never answered as he
said, "Come over her and sit on the floor."

I am now sitting on the floor.  I'm dressed in just my
jockey shorts.  James, Eric and Joe are playing poker.
 Joe and Eric are fully dressed and James is butt
naked.  I keep trying to look away from the group but
my glaze kept coming back to the naked cock not a foot
from me.  I can tell the game is about to end.   Thank
goodness I can go back to bed.

James's tale:

Today went pretty good.  I could tell by the way Clay
had acted today that he was starting to get into the
"slave" part.  As we played cards I watched as he
stared at my body.  I think I even saw a rustling in
his jockeys.   I decided to see how deep he was into
the part as the game ended.  "Slave why don't you help
Eric and Joe to bed.  They need to have their beds
turned down and they need to be tucked in.  Then you
can help tuck me in."  I was surprised as Eric said;
"I want to see him tuck you in first, like he did last
night."

I looked over at Clay and could see the fear in his
eyes.  I said, "That's OK with me, you don't mind do
you slave."  His fear was frozen on his face but he
never answered.   I said, "That OK with you."  He
surprised me as he said, "Yes sir."    I was sitting
on my bed in the same position as last night when Clay
entered with the coke.  He came over with the coke
next to the bed and glanced down at my erection. Eric
was staring intently at me as Clay entered.  I think
he wanted to see how far we would carry this servant
duty.

Clay jumped when I grabbed the coke and held it with
both hands.  I watched his reaction as I said, "I'll
hold the coke, and you can help me though."  As I
looked down at my erection, he got the meaning.  I saw
him slowly reach his right hand toward my cock.  He
did a pretty good job of jerking me off as Eric
cheered him on.  I said, "Now go get the wash cloth."


Clay's tale:

I guess I was drawn in by James control.  Not only did
he make me serve Eric and Joe tonight as they played
cards but he had me jerk him off as Eric watched.  I
can still hear Eric say as he left our bedroom, "Man,
I can't believe you did that."   I should have told
James to eat shit but I actually was afraid he wanted
me to blow him.  I was actually glad all I had to do
was to jerk his hard cock.  Last night I watched him
jerk off, now tonight I had actually jerked him off.
I slid into my sleeping bag and was asleep again when
I heard James,  "Slave wake up, I need you."  I
realized that it was daylight as I opened my sleeping
bag.  I moved around the bed and asked James, "Sir how
can I help you?"  I saw him look down toward his
crotch and as I followed his glaze I saw the tent in
his sheets.  He had a morning erection and expected me
to help him again.  A smile came across his face as I
moved the sheet back from his body.  I was watching my
hands move toward his hard-on as if it were someone
else grabbing the hard teen dick.  I stroked him as he
squirmed on the bed.  I heard Joe and Eric in the
sitting area as I jerked off James the second time.
James cum burned as it splashed on my hand and arm as
he shot his morning load. My humiliation had reached
another level.