Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2013 11:25:27 -0400
From: Sean McAlister <fadingbluelights@gmail.com>
Subject: Sex and All That Good Stuff 6

"Sex and all that good Stuff" is pure fiction. As I am writing this story,
I am above the age of 21. Any similarity to any other events, names, or
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This story is written based on things that I find attractive.  It is hard
to pinpoint it down into one area, as many different things will be
involved.  Man on Man action, as well as some Man on boy action, never with
anyone younger than 16, and father on son, brother on brother action will
all be involved at some point.  Keep that in mind as you proceed, or stop
reading now.

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Sex and All That Good Stuff pt. 6

"Dominance pt. 2"


Sean had a perpetual smile on his face, one he couldn't get rid of even
when he tried.

After Ben's shower he came back to the room, a towel wrapped around his
lean and muscular waist, water still glistening on his erotic, tight, and
young body.  The hair on his head still matted down from the water, and his
thin beard showing signs of being freshly scrubbed.  It was enough to make
Sean pudge up again.  He considered mounting Ben right then and there,
again, without even bothering to shut the door.  But looking at the clock,
Sean knew that he didn't have time.  He had to be at Betties within the
hour, and then he had the big soccer match to prepare for later that day.
Ben would just have to wait.

Ben seemed to be having mixed emotions.  He toweled off in front of Sean,
so Sean got to watch Ben dry off his head (exposing his beautiful cock and
low hanging balls), dry off his chest, mesmerized by Ben rubbing his own
body, and Sean especially got turned on when Ben turned around and dried
his amazing twin globes.  The perfect amount of light hair covered his ass
cheeks and a little bit more filled in around his crack.  No doubt about
it, Ben was putting on a show, and Sean wasn't complaining.  It was as if
Ben knew that Sean owned him and, at this point (having been both dominated
and filmed) couldn't fight back.

But at the same time, Ben then quickly threw on clothes, and without even
saying good bye, literally sprinted from Sean's house.

Whatever, bitch. Sean thought, You'll be back.  Just wait.

And those were the thoughts that brought Sean to and through his shift at
Betties.  No longer was he spending his time worrying about Mr. P and where
he stood.  Sure the hot old man had given him a blow job, but Sean was a
MAN now, he had fucked for the first time last night, and he had fucked
like a champion.  How could a measly blow job compare with that?!

The shift had started the same as the others, Mr. P bossing him around,
trying to show authority over Sean all the while purposefully ignoring the
pain and hunger he knew that was in Sean's eyes.  But today was different,
he could see that he had virtually no more power over Sean.  Sean had
broken Mr.  P's spell.  Oh shit! Thought Mr. P, what if Sean told the
authorities, or worse, his FATHER! Maybe I pushed him to far, maybe if I
had let up even a little and teased Sean sexually a little bit more I could
still have the power? Was it too late to try, has Sean already ratted?

Mr. P was a mess, he was paranoid and freaking out.  None of which escaped
Sean's notice.  At first Sean was to preoccupied by the undying erection
that was sprouting in his tight jeans, there for any to see, but soon
enough Mr. P's difference in action became all too clear.

Mr. P had lost the power, and Sean had it now.

And Sean had a plan.


Lunch time rolled around, and Mr. P always took his at exactly 1 o'clock,
for exactly half an hour, and afterwards, before returning to work, stopped
to take a piss in the employee bathroom.

The employee bathroom was for both men and women, but having been
redesigned last year by Mr.  P himself, the bathroom had both a toilet and
a urinal to facilitate both genders.  They were both against the same wall,
the sink and mirror on the opposite side.

Sean, hearing, but not seeing, Mr. P coming, hurried in the bathroom and
stood in front of the urinal.  He didn't lock the door, and knew that if
the door pushed open Mr. P wouldn't knock but would come right in.

Sean's heart started to flutter, and then hammer within his chest, so hard
at first, that Sean wasn't even able to concentrate on pissing.

What if he gets angry and beats the shit out of me?  Ben was about my size
and I could have taken him, plus his body was pin AND trapped under the
bed.  Mr. P is a full grown man, my dads work out buddy, and my BOSS!  What
if he told my father?!  Sean frantically thought.  But it was too late now,
Mr. P had already opened the door, apparently not seeing Sean there, and
started to unzip.

It wasn't till the door fully shut and Mr. P locked it, did he look up and
find Sean at the urinal.

"Oh fuck. Sorry kid, didn't see you in here.  You should make sure to
lock-" Mr. P started to say, his face blushing a little, he still wasn't
sure if Sean had told anyone, and was afraid to find out.

"I'm not shitting, just pissin', unless you gotta shit, go yourself.  It's
just us guys."  Sean said, as casually as he could with his heart beat
through his chest.

Mr. P seemed at a loss, like he wanted to be anywhere but there.  He
couldn't leave though, not unless he wanted to lose face in front of Sean.
And not knowing the score to their "game" yet, he needed to keep as much
dignity as he could.

So Mr. P stepped up to the bowl, unzipped and fished out his uncut hunk of
meat.  After the stream of piss started to shot, Mr. P realized that from
his angle he could see into the urinal and see the head and half the shaft
of Sean's dick.  Sean's back was slightly turned in the other direction, so
he couldn't even see him looking!

It was perfect, Mr. P got a private, unnoticed show!

Until he fumbled slightly from surprise and his dick slipped and he started
to pee on the rim of the toilet and then onto the other side onto the
floor, before he could quickly recover.

Sean noticed, and to his joy he felt victorious, his plan had worked.  He
had walked the walk, but could he talk the talk.

"What the fuck Pirelli (Sean felt adventurous, mine as well have fun)!  You
staring at my cock?!  That why you peed on the floor?  Like a filthy
animal?!"  Yelled Sean, even surprising himself.  But it had the desired
effect, Mr. P cowered and was lowered down a notch, and started to turn
red.

"Quiet, no need to yell."  Mr. P said meekly, where at one time he would
have said it firmly and stared back at Sean's eyes.  But instead Mr. P's
eyes dropped to the floor, and his pissing stopped abruptly, unfinished.

Sean knew he had him.  Sean made it a point not to stare at Mr. P's hanging
glory, instead making direct eye contact, and hide his own meat as much as
he could, while still trying to stand authoritatively and powerfully.

Sean didn't say anything, letting the silence fill in the blanks.  Mr. P
didn't move, but he also didn't finish peeing.

Finally Mr. P broke the silence, almost whispering, "You- you didn't tell
your dad, did you?"

Sean's mind reeled. Why the fuck would I admit to having sex with his BEST
friend, of my own accord?!  But as the thought was forming, another quickly
followed, I had my bait, but this little fucker delivered his OWN hook!

Sean smiled to himself, slowly zipped up, having just finished himself, and
quietly and purposefully turned around.

"The man that gives me my first blow job, gets his own dick to fill my
virgin mouth, sits at my family dinner table acting casual, and the next
time I see him, acts as if nothing has happened, or that I somehow
manipulated him into sex, wants to know If I TOLD anyone?!"  Accused Sean,
in his best authoritative voice he could muster.

And it worked, Mr. P looked like a drowned puppy.  It was almost sad, if
the power hadn't made Sean's teen meat stand at full attention.

Sean, allowing the heat of the moment to take over, back handed Mr. P with
as much force as he could.  Mr. P, who was unprepared for the attack,
staggered back and almost too gently hit the wall.  After all, this is real
life, people's faces don't break plaster from a regular human backhand
after all.

Mr. P was shocked, he grabbed his jaw, which was on fire and already
turning red.  He forgot his humiliation, and allowed anger to course
through him.  He had never been treated so disrespectfully in his life.

Sean saw the fight enter Mr. P's eyes again, and was instantly terrified,
until the heat of the moment took over again, and he remembered HE had the
power.  Electricity and lust, desire, and hunger took over Sean's body.

"You want to fucking punch me?  Do it, but know that my dad number 1 on my
speed dial and I can easily call him at ANYtime."  It was a lie, Sean never
used his speed dial, but he made sure his face was convincing, so
convincing that Mr. P was stunned motionless.  Sean seized the opportunity.
He thrust his fist as fast and as hard as he could up under Mr. P's rib,
effectively knocking the breath out of his opponent.

Mr. P dropped.  It wasn't enough to do any lasting damage, just make it
hard to breath.  Sean had never thought he was into any kind of kinky
things, but this was something else entirely.  He didn't want to kill or
even really hurt Mr. P.  He just wanted to break him in like he broke Ben
in.  And Mr. P had been at this game a lot longer than Ben and Sean
combined.  So Sean had to use extreme measures.

Sean strode the few feet forward, yanked Mr. P's head back, and thrust his
clothed crotch at his mouth.  The impact was more than Sean meant,
accidentally tagging himself with Mr. P's jaw.  Oddly the slight pain only
turned into direct pleasure.

This was a whole new game.

"Is this what you want, you dirty faggot?  You seduced me in a moment of
weakness in my own house, just so you could have my family jewels?
Pervert."  Sean let the accusations and degrading speech flow out of his
mouth, not even stopping to think about what he was saying.  "You love the
feel of my hard cock rubbing against the course hair of your face, don't
you?"  Sean let the last part snarl out of him, as if almost angry.

"You love the feel of my tight teen cock, pressed firmly against your jaw,
as you feel it pulse and throb, dripping pre-cum as it does.  The only
thing that could be better for you would be if you could taste the pre-cum
yourself? Huh?"

Mr. P knelt there, at first, not knowing what to do.  But as Sean went on
Mr. P's own erection got bigger and harder, easily dripping as much pre-cum
as Sean himself.  Mr. P started to believe that this was all just some role
playing game that Sean was acting out, and allowed his own paranoia to shut
off.

Of course he hasn't told his father, he would have to out himself at the
same time.  Thought Mr. P, relaxing visibly, and allowing his hands to drop
and start to grope at his own throbbing dick that was held in the confines
of his denim jeans.

Suddenly Sean's hand effectively landed another smack, directly on the same
spot as before, on Mr.  P's face, altering the former to the still present
danger.  This time though, Mr. P didn't move, as Sean firmly held him in
place by holding onto his chin with Sean's free hand.

"What the FUCK!"  Sean almost screamed, spittle landing all over Mr. P's
face. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?!"  When Mr. P didn't answer, Sean
looked down at Mr. P's red and spit covered face, forced open his mouth,
and spit as much gooey substance in his boss' mouth as he could.
Mr. Pirelli went to recoil, but with Sean's hand on his chin, and his back
against the wall, he couldn't move.  Sean then quickly switched hands, one
holding the tip of Mr. P's chin, and the other, on the other side of the
face, delivered an equally powerful blow to the grown man's face.

Sean stood like that just long enough to make Mr. P wonder what Sean was
going to do next, and start to doubt anything he had planned.

"Stand the fuck up, you filthy mess."

Mr. P finally looked up at Sean, met his eyes, and saw sheer power.  He
quickly rose.

As quick as thought, Sean reached down towards Mr. P's eagerly awaiting,
tented meat, much to his boss' delight, thought he was going to get some
release.  But Sean's hand darted forward, and inserted itself into the hole
where the pants aligned at the hem.  The pants were old and faded, and as
many pants will do, started to tear.  Sean just helped the process.

With all his strength Sean ripped the jeans, tearing them along the inside
seam, for about six or seven inches on either side of his fingers.  And
now, much to Sean's delight, discovered that Mr. P didn't wear any
underwear.  Causing the full weight of his boss' full and robust tentacles
to drop through the bottom.  The thick and heavy shaft was still too hard
and pulsing to be freed.  But that was fine by Sean, he didn't want Mr. P
to get off, Sean only cared about himself.

A gasp of what sounded like pain, but could have been horror, escaped
Mr. P's mouth.  These were his favorite pair of pants after all.  Sean
grinned.

"Bend over the fucking toilet."  Sean demanded

When Mr. P didn't respond right away, he reached out and lightening quick
took hold of Mr. P's huge balls and squeezed, hard.

The old man moved quick after that.

Sean, still holding onto the gigantic nuts (one, for power, and two, for
sheer pleasure) with his right hand, unzipped and pulled out his throbbing
meat with his left.

Mr. P looked back with wide eyes, but didn't move or say anything.  It
looked like Mr. P was used to doing the "pitching" and maybe had never even
"caught" before.  Sean hoped he could pop another cherry today.

Sean relished in the thought, he was a horney bastard and he loved it!

The tip of Sean's now easily 7.5 inch cock was glistening and dripping
pre-cum.  By the look some would have thought that he had already cum, but
he was actually far from it.  This was going to be a good fuck.

With no other lube, and no loosening, Sean rammed his thick and juicy,
erect and pulsing cock right into Mr. P's hairy and tight ass hole.

Both Sean and Mr. P yelled.  The former from pleasure, and the latter from
shock and pain.  But Sean's bulging mushroom head was all that was in. He
still had seven more glorious inches to insert.  And that's what he did,
without stopping or slowing he rammed right into Mr. P's ass.

Sean reached up with his left hand and effectively clamped down on his
boss' mouth cutting down most of the yelling, and with his right wrapped
his hand into the tight waistband of Pirelli's jeans and rode the man like
a horse.

Sean started to grunt and grind, plowing into his boss with full force,
never slowing, and never stopping.  Back and forth, back and forth.
Suddenly Mr. P's body went from rigid and in pain, to relaxed and bucking
in heat.  Sean had hit the gold mind, his bosses prostate.

So Sean kept it up, hitting the G-Spot like a pro, evey time.  Mr. P
started to moan and drool from the apparent pleasure, but whenever he went
to touch himself, Sean would quickly grab the others nut sac and stop him.

Sean was sweating, Mr. P was sweating, both were now moaning like animals,
and the heat was in the air.

"God Pirelli your hole is fucking TIGHT!  I need to thank you for keeping
your cherry for me.  A young, hot, stud.  What more could you ask for?  I'm
riding you like an animal and you are MOANING for more!"  Sean Grunted
through his thrusts. "Tell me you WANT it, I want to hear it in your voice!
Tell me to fuck you harder!"

Sean squeezed Mr. P's balls, but was convinced that his boss would have
spoken anyway.

"Fuck me Sean, fuck me harder!" Mr. P finally seemed to find his voice.

"You fucking call me "sir" or "stud"!  Got that?!"  Sean squeezed Mr. P's
balls hard to get his point home.  The other got the hint. "And grab my ass
and squeeze with both your hands.  I don't want you tempted to touch
yourself!"

The fucking continued, but not in silence.  Sounds of sex were obvious,
from the slapping of Sean's pubes to Mr. P's voluptuous and hairy ass
cheeks, to the sliding of the dick in and out of Mr. P's red and worn, but
still tight hole, to the animal noises escaping both guys lips.

"Fucking kiss me, and kiss me like you mean it faggot!"  Yelled Sean.

Sean leaned forward, but only a little, and Mr. P eagerly leaned back,
twisted his head, and their lips locked.  Both lips were sweaty, but it
added to the heat.  Mr. P's lips were soft, but surrounded by course facial
hair, and Sean could feel strength in them.  Then their tongues met and
heaven was on earth.  The tongues were both wet, and rough, the kisses
sloppy and passionate. Both eating the face of the other.  Sean pulled away
and started licking Mr. P's face like a wild animal.  The boss responding
by bucking his hips and pulling Sean forward with his hands wrapped around
the younger guys ass forcing the dick even farther into the tight hole,
SLAMMING into the prostate, and sending electric surges throughout Mr. P's
body.

And just like that, Mr. P shuddered, and started to shoot his load, having
not once touched his own achingly hard cock.  Pulse after pulse, pump after
pump, rope after rope of thick and mature cum FLEW out of Mr. P's body to
be trapped in the confines of his jeans.  The orgasm causing Mr. P's body
to tense up and tighten the death grip it already had on Sean's dick.

Sean couldn't hold back, the cum started to shoot out of Sean's now
sensitive mushroom head faster than thought. One, two, seven, eleven
powerful shots of cum emerged from Sean's dick and lubed up Mr. P's ass
hole, eliciting more pleasure for Sean, making him want to pump more and
faster.  Which Sean obliged, and quickly came for a second time, or a fifth
or sixth time that day.  He had actually lost count.

Mr. P slumped forward, his mind and body completely spent, causing Sean's
dick to pull out of the tight hole with a loud "popping" sound.

"I don't fucking think so." Exclaimed Sean, the authoritative demeanor
still sticking with him.  Sean reached down, yanked Mr. P's hair and head
back, twisted it, and planted his now cum covered and only semi-hard cock,
into the older man's mouth.

"But it's been in my ass-" Mr. P made an attempt to say, only allowing Sean
to shove his dick in when his mouth was open.

"You need to fucking clean this shit up, you wanted this fucking mess to
happen, and you are going to damn well take responsibility!"

Mr. P stopped fighting, and tried to enjoy it.  His bosses rough tongue was
a lot for Sean's sensitive cock head to handle, but again the pain was
almost pleasure.

Before Sean could get erect again, he had a soccer match to get to, but
long enough for his dick to be sucked clean, he pulled off.

"I have a soccer game to get to, I'll fucking see you later."  And with
that Sean zipped up, unlocked the door, and left.  Leaving a stunned and
speechless Mr. P slumped over the toilet, with ripped jeans, cum pouring
out of them as well as his ass, and his clothes sticking to his body from
the heat and sweat.  Not to mention the red marks on either side of his
face from Sean's slaps.

But Sean didn't care, he only cared about himself.

Sean went from a virgin to a dominant fucker in basically less than seven
days, can he keep up the pace? And why did Sean joined a youth group that
ended up leading to him having a public boner sighting, next!


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