Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 12:02:55 -0800 (PST)
From: James Truett <savannahkid2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two tales of summer, Part 3 (t/t, Auth)

Clay's tale:

Well we have been at the beach a full week now and
each day has been pretty much the same.  We hang out
during the day, looking for girls and working on our
tans.  I have become accustom to James giving me
orders.  I guess I have even become used to the
nightly ritual.  James now calls me Jack instead of
Clay.  "Hey you need a name that describes your
talents."

This morning the ritual took a little different turn.
After I finished the morning chore with James.  You
know what I mean. He tells me to kneel beside his bed.
 "As he starts stroking my hair with his right hand,
he starts a pep talk, "You have done pretty good so
far, Jack, maybe you are ready to help during the day.
What do you think?"  He never let me answer as he kept
on talking and rubbing my cheeks and chin with his
right hand.  I was so intent on his conversation that
I did not realize that he was now rubbing my lips with
his index finger. "I think I'm ready to show off my
slave to everyone don't you think."  Sometime during
his talk he had pushed his finger past my teeth and
was rubbing my tongue.

I keep playing the conversation over and over in my
mind.  Why did I let him push a finger in my mouth and
what does he mean he is going to "show me off"?  I
keep thinking, why did I let him rub my face.  It was
if he was marking his territory.  I had lost and I was
willing to carry out my servant duties but I could not
let it go overboard.  My reputation is important to
me.

James' tale:

I actually look forward to Jack's services every
night.  He was awkward at first but has become quite
skilled at jacking me off. On the third morning I
wasn't even awake when Jack started stroking my
morning bone. That's why I call him Jack. And I have
plans for Jack today.  This afternoon my girlfriend
plans to visit me.  I can't wait to show her how good
Jack is at being a slave; and no I don't mean the
nightly thing, I would never let anyone know about
that.  The cool part is Ann is Jack's next-door
neighbor.  They have been friends since second grade.
This will be cool.

I can still see his face when I said, "Hey Jack, we
need to drive to town, and get you a some closthes for
tonight."  He looked at me with a puzzled look and
asked, "What are you planning, I'm not going to let
this go too far.  I not some fag boy you can use
anytime you want.  I've done everything you asked.
Can't we just keep things they way they are."

I think I was even surprised with my reaction when I
answered, "Listen Jack, you will do what I say, Anne
is coming tonight and you are going to drive us around
town.  And you will do whatever else I say, unless,
you want her to find out about your talents.  I don't
know what you mean by not being a fag boy, where I
come form, someone who wakes up a guy by jacking him
off is a, well lets just say we'll keep the secret, if
you get my drift."

Clay's tale:

"Get his drift." I couldn't believe it. He called me a
queer.  He said that I wouldn't have jerked him off
unless I was one.  I'm not gay, hell I was only doing
what I was told to do.  What did he plan to tell Anne?
 I'd do anything to keep this secret from Anne.
"Please James, don't make me do anything in front of
Anne.  She could tell my parents. I'll do anything you
want, just keep it form her."

I realized that was the wrong thing to say as soon as
I had said it. "Anything", what was I thinking?  James
already had control over me half the time. Now he
wanted me to be his slave outside our room. He didn't
miss the "anything" though.  He said, "Good, Anne
won't find out, I'll not tell her.  I just want her to
see how I can control you.  I think it will be a
blast.  She will think its funny and don't worry I
want make you do anything kinky, at least while she is
here." My face started turning red as I looked at the
sneer on James face as he said again, "But after she's
gone?"  Hell I even started to bone. What is wrong
with me?  Why do I keep getting into these situations?


James' tale:


Things couldn't be better.  Jack had agreed to drive
Ann and I around for the evening.  Hell he even said I
could do anything I wanted if I kept the nightly
services secret.  I could use this to my advantage,
even though I would never have told anyone about it.
Hell Eric is the one he should worry about.

We drove into town to the large department store to
the sports section.  I had Jack try on a white
sleeveless hunting vest. I said, "Lets see what kind
of pants you should wear.  How about white jeans?  And
of course a white baseball hat."  I was even proud of
the outfit.  He looked like a jester from King
Author's Court all dressed in white.


Clay's tale:

I had given in to James and I was wearing the monkey
outfit he bought.  I looked like a pimp from the
downtown.  I sat in the sitting area as he showered
and got ready for tonight.  I was daydreaming when
Eric came out of his bedroom just wearing his jockeys.
 "Hi Clay, I mean Jack. I didn't know you were here."
He looked kind of nervous as he said, "Jack will you
help me with something a minute in my room."

I followed Eric into his room.  He was speaking
quietly as he said, "James said you didn't want Anne
to find out how you jerk him off.  He told me I was
the only one other than the two of you who knew about
it.  He also said you would do anything to keep it
quite.  Is that right?"  This was something I never
expected.  I had even forgot that Eric had watched
James and me that time.

"I don't know man, I'm not going to do any thing.
Pleas don't tell Anne about what James made me do."
Eric laughed as he said, "Did James ask you to wake
him up by beating his meat every morning?  He said
they way you glared at his bone every night as he shot
his load and the way you licked your lips that you
would probably suck his cock before the summer was
over.  Is that right do you want to suck his dick?
Have you turned queer on us?"

I came unglued for the second time on this trip. "I'm
not gay and I'm not going to give anyone a blow job."
As I was pulling away from Eric I glanced down and saw
the head of his cock was poking toward the band of his
jockeys.  He had a hard-on.  This trip just keeps
getting worse and worse.  As Eric grabbed my arm I
felt him start to push me toward my knees.  He said,
"Listen you are servant to us all. Just kneel here and
jerk me off like you do James and this time I won't
say anything to Anne."

I was kneeling in front of Eric's crotch as he pushed
his jockeys to the floor and stepped out of them.  His
cock was fully hard and sticking at an angle toward
his belly button.  His bushy brown pubes looked like a
forest compared to James.  He was hairy all over even
on his legs.  He looked more gorillas like than
teenage boy.  I had never jerked off James kneeling in
front of him.  This was strangely exciting being this
close to the hard cock.  I thought, "Hell all this
talk of being gay is causing me to doubt my own
sexuality.  I'm not queer.  I'll just hurry and get it
over with."

I grabbed Eric's cock and began to jerk him off.  He
moaned and humped my hands as I stroked his rod.  It
was only a short time before he told me he was ready
to shoot.  I caught all the blasts in my right hand.
I wiped the goop on his stomach and in his bush.  He
looked down at me in the kneeling position and ran his
finger over the tip of his cock.

He caught one last string of cum on finger and looked
down at me.  I knew what he was planning before it
happened.  In slow motion I saw the gooey finger move
toward my lips.  It was in this slow motion that he
smeared his cum on the outside of my lips.  I even
parted my lips when he pushed the end of his finger in
my mouth. Eric looked down and said, "That's what I
thought Jack, or maybe I should call you Oral."  I
guess Eric had marked his territory this time too.