A Submissive Boy's Story

A SUBMISSIVE BOY'S STORY Chapter Six (Conclusion)

by Donny Mumford

Next morning it was business as usual between Mitchell and me at The Dump. That surprised me because, I don't know, I thought we might talk about yesterday... or something. Not that I was at all sure what I'd say to him, it was more like maybe Mitchell would have something more to say to me. Not the case though, he just said, "Morning. Here's your ad sleeves... your papers are coming right up." Pushing the clipboard toward me, he mumbled, "Sign for them first." and that was that. I was just another guy getting his newspapers. My delivery went well, everything was fast moving once I'd memorized the route and usually I'm back in bed less than two hours after leaving it. Sometimes I'll crawl into bed with the sleeping Cory, he'll mumble something about my air conditioned cold feet or hands, but we'd snuggle up pretty good anyway. We were becoming a real "couple" and the guys called us the dorm's "love birds". They had this running joke about planning our wedding with the flamboyant boys being the flower girls, and the other guys arguing about who would be best man, etc. They wanted to know which one of us would wear the tuxedo and which one the wedding gown. Cory and I mostly laughed along with them... it was fun in that dormitory with all the gay boys. Truth is, Cory and me had grown really close and we often said, "I love ya, man" and stuff like that, but we didn't mean "I'm in love with you". I don't know what being in love is suppose to feel like, but if it's anything like the way I feel about Cory right now, that'd be fine with me. I was always happy when he and I were together, I'd get happier when we were intimate, like making-out or sleeping together, and then happiest when we were having sex together. I took notice of my climaxes, the heat and intensity, and admitted they didn't match the ones Henry put on me, but I wouldn't want to be constantly "in heat" like I was back then anyway. It would be too much to deal with, although once in awhile would be good. Of course, at fourteen I couldn't get enough of Henry... I thought I was in love with him near the end of our relationship so you can see how much I know about being in love. I see things differently at twenty years old, a little more mature and a little more realistic.

As far as our actual sex life goes, Cory and I were into a little bit of this and a little bit of that, experimenting to see what we liked best. We're still taking turns fucking each other but it wasn't necessarily "my turn-your turn", we'd switch-off when circumstances presented themselves. For example, the night of my interview with Mitchell his dominant behavior left me feeling very submissive and Cory picked-up on that and took the lead. Fact is, Cory was taking the lead, or the dominant role if you prefer, more than half the time now. It's more like he'd be the "top" three or four times to each one time for me and frankly he was sorta calling the shots on the frequency too. I'd noticed this trend in recent weeks, it was definitely becoming more and more prevalent... a definite trend and I liked the way it was heading. The thing that puzzled me was Cory's willingness to give-up his chances to be submissive because he'd been even more submissive than me when we first began having sex together. Now it's turned completely around, not that I'm complaining, just wondering what Cory thinks about the situation... and, you know, I'm also kinda wondering why he hasn't even mentioned it. Whatever, Cory and I are having hotter and hotter sex together, there isn't any question about that... and that holds true no matter which "role" each of us is playing.

One night we got drunk, or almost drunk, and after making out and groping each other until we both had boners in our boxers Cory aggressively took over... it was like a break-through or something. He wrestled me onto my back... it's never clear to me who's actually stronger between us, it's close. Tonight Cory just wanted it his way more than I did. Cory got my boxers off, then my legs down onto my chest which brings my ass up off the mattress. In that position, with him holding one of my legs, he spanked my bare ass saying, "This will tenderize your hole a little. Stay right like that", he reached over for the KY jelly, me whining, "Not so hard with the spanking, man". He mumbled, "Sorry" and forced his lubed finger up my ass, then he became stern once again, adding, "Damn it, don't move your legs Andrew or I will spank you again"... I think he was serious too. Maybe he learned this from the way Mark treated him. The dominant role, if it even was a "role" with Cory now, was fitting him like a glove and it definitely had my dick hard. Wow, that slippery finger up my ass felt mighty good too and when Cory began rubbing my prostate precum drooled out of my pee slit onto my belly, me breathing in short snorts. He looked down at me, the cutely smug expression on his face saying something, but what? After fingered me very quickly, about ten or twelve times, he says, "Ya got any request, Andrew?" I was doing the quick puffs of air while squirming on the mattress. I blew out a long breath and said, "Yeah, I got a request, Cory... fuck me dude, ya got me really needing it." He fingered my slippery hole a few more times and said, "Get your ass over to the edge of the bed then, over here" he pointed to the spot. I rustled over, he was standing on the floor now, facing me, "Legs up on my shoulders" he ordered... I liked the way he was sounding so, trance-like I raised my legs to rest on his shoulders . Cory was playing with his hard dick staring at me with some attitude... I bit my lip, this rocks! Stroking his boner, he casually lined it with my hole and without further ado pounded it up my ass squeezing his lips together and closing his eyes going, "Shhhhh, whoooooaa". It appeared to feel good for him, I know it was awesome for me. Having his cock up inside me was so much better than his finger...that fat, five-plus inch boner of his was ever so much better than any finger could be. Cory caught his breath and did fast strokes in my hole until I was groaning and moaning and squirming and humping up off the mattress trying to get his cock further up my ass. My toes were spread behind his head as he hammered my ass, his groin slapping into my still stinging buttocks. I think that spanking actually did tenderize my hole. Cory's groin and my ass cheeks were soon sweaty causing a slapping sound each time they smacked together. Oh my God, I love this...

After a bit he slowed down the thrusting, wiped across his eyes with his wrist, sweat shining on his arm when he pulled it away, then smirking at me he said, "Feeling good, is it?" I nodded my head wanting more, he looked confident... there was something new about Cory. He got a hand behind each of my thighs and pushed them back until my knees hit the mattress next to my chest, my feet up in the air, my ass off the mattress even more now. His boner was way up my hole... he froze in that position to stare at me a few seconds, looking so hot and so pleased with himself. My cock hurt, it was so hard. Cory's every move created in me these new awesome undefined feelings for him... new feelings that made me groan, it felt like a new beginning to something, something good. Then, Cory leaned down to my face and gave me a long wet sloppy kiss ending with him lapping his saliva soaked tongue up past my top lip, over my nose and up my forehead into my hair. I moaned quietly and lay docile for him. He looked at me with a confident expression and just because he felt like it, he did the face lick again. The second time there was extra saliva on his tongue which blocked my nostrils so when I inhaled his spit was sucked into my sinuses... it was all I could smell. I moaned again feeling fantastically dominated by Cory, not role playing, actually dominated... but in the best way imaginable. After watching me moan and squirm with the pleasure of it all he quietly, but firmly said, "Roll your ass up a little more". I needed to scoot down a few inches and with the pressure from Cory's hands on the back of my thighs and me pushing my ass up it got so my hole was almost straight up. Cory leaned over me even more to pile drive his boner inside me with his face coming close to mine with each thrust, every couple of thrusts his head would drop so low his short hairs brushed my face, ooooh the sexy pleasure! I wanted him to keep doing this forever. The feeling in my ass, the throbbing at the head of my boner, the sweat from his face dripping on me and his wonderful saliva smell in my sinuses, it was all I knew... it was my whole world... Cory-world!.

Cory humped into me like that until his eyes closed tightly and he let out a long hissing sound, he stopped abruptly to lazily open his eyes and once again stare into mine... he seemed to be conveying a message to me. He's so cute, but I'm missing his message somehow. Smiling at me now with his slightly too-big front teeth making him look like a little kid... perhaps there is no message after all, he's just acknowledging this wonderful experience we're sharing. I think I might be in love with him, for that moment at least, and maybe he saw it in my eyes because he nodded his head at me, mumbling, "ain't this the best, Andrew? Ain't it great this way?" I was into my first Cory induced total-trance, I nodded my head agreeing with what he'd said and he started fucking me again fast and hard, he did it to his heart's content... my heart's content too. He was driving down into my ass with a lot of force, smacking my ass with his crotch making that wet smacking sound each time. It was nonstop fucking for a couple of minutes, me moaning, "Ahh" with every hump. More of Cory's sweat sprayed off his face onto me and I had my own sweat running down face by now as well. I felt a big climax sloshing around in my nuts, Cory's almost five-and-a-half-inch chubby boner a blur going in and out of me. I reached behind him pulling on the back of his thighs hoping to somehow get him to fuck me deeper. My nuts were tight against the top of my scrotum and were beginning to ache with the load of cum they would soon send up to screech out of my pee slit, burning, but leaving behind the kind of sensations I've become addicted to. Cory's face was tight and I knew he was on the brink of climax, two last hard humps holding his cock up my ass at the end of the second one, making a sound like he was in pain. A grunt, then as he pushed his crotch against my ass firmly he climaxed into my bowels a hard stiff string of spunk that I swear I felt hit inside me somewhere. Cory, through clenched teeth, goes, "Eeeeeeeeeee shiiiiiiiiit! Oh yeah!" He pulled out a little and shoved it in again for another spurt of spunk and then another... his exclamations down to "Ahh ...ohh Ahhh!". His face was quite red as he humped my hole in a bit of a frenzy right after that climax. I was chanting "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! " as I fired off a long thin stream of cum in a low arch that reached as far as my chin and then, with me bouncing on the bed and Cory still humping me, I had three more spurts of cum shooting out onto my belly, burning the tip of my cock as each one came out. I was slobbering spit down my chin going, "Yes, yes, yes... fuck me Cory!" while stroking my cock in a useless attempt to feel another climax. The climax thrill ride... awesome.

Cory's thrusts slowed-down quickly, then slower and slower until he came to a halt. After a few seconds of looking dazed, he lay down on my belly, our sweaty faces together, his cock still up my hole. My slim legs automatically went around his waist and my ankles locked behind him. Our bodies squishing my cum between our bellies, both of us breathing hard, hearts pounding. When we were calmer, Cory lifted his head and with us looking into each others eyes, our noses almost touching, he quietly mumbled, "I fell in love with you, this time it's definitely for real, Andrew. Yeah, it's true... it happened awhile ago, I didn't want to tell you until you told me you loved me. I was waiting, but you didn't say it, so I decided to say it first." Remembering my loving feeling a few minutes ago I tried to think if that indeed was real love, I wasn't sure so I mumbled, "We're a little drunk, Cory... but you know I love you, dude" He sighed and says, "Mark never loved me and you won't say you're in love with me like I just said to you. What's wrong with me... why doesn't anyone love me?" He had a tear in his eye which melted my hard heart and I said, "I am in love with you, Cory... I really am, I think. How can I be sure, Cory? Anyway, lots of people love you, your parents, Tommy... your friends" He goes, "Oh no, not that... you know what I mean. And forget the "you think" part that you included there with the "I love you" part. You said it, you said you loved me, you can't take it back now." and he got a little emotional with a couple of tears. He is such a sincere boy, just like his brother, Tommy. I don't think I've ever run into anyone else with the depth of honest sincerity those boys can display, maybe it's in their "genes". We hugged and I did some long kisses on the side of his face. After a bit he smiled and pulled his dick out of my ass saying, "Oooohhh... whoooa, it's tender"... we exchanged more grins. Much later, when we were cleaned up a little, sharing our last can of beer, I tried to be funny saying, "Even though I gave you what amounts to a sympathy "I love you", the more I think about it, I may actually have been telling you the truth... surprising for me, huh? ... but that thing earlier, that thing about I can't take it back. I don't know if I like the sound of that, not one bit... I'm always taking back stuff." We turned it into a joke... Cory going, "Don't make fun of what I say when I'm drunk... that's not what lovers do.." It got much sillier later on because we'd started feeling self conscious about telling each other we were in love.

Sleeping together that night was more like passing-out together than anything, too many beers... the next morning was Sunday which means I sleep in, no daily papers on Sundays... someone else is in charge of Sunday papers. Still, I was used to getting up earlier than Cory so I was awake first, laying there looking at his face... I love that face. Eventually I had to wake him because I was impatient for more of that hot sexy loving he'd given me last night... this time I wanted to experience it sober. Cory was awake now too, and seeing the look in my eyes he didn't even bother with who's turn it was, he just said, "Get the KY jelly, Andrew". It used to be, "do you think we should mess around, Andrew?" now it's, "get the jelly". We'd experienced this same scenario a few times recently, Cory seems to like it this way. I know what he'll say when I get the lube but I thought he was so cool I played along. Reaching over to get the jelly from the night stand, I mouthed silently along with Cory as he, in a matter-of-fact manner says, "Stay over on your side like that". I knew he'd say that and I had to suppress a grin passing the jelly behind me. Almost immediately he pulled my boxers down and hooked then under my buttocks like he always does. Then a finger up my ass pushing the lube ahead of it. This time he got his arm under my neck, closed it on my throat kind of tightly, and pulled my head back to his face. Kissing the back of my head, like he does, he quietly said, "Scoot you ass over toward me some... do I gotta tell you every time?" The annoyed attitude was new and it got my dick tightening up noticeably. I felt kind of helpless, his arm was almost choking me but I didn't say anything, just tried clearing my throat... he tightened his arm a bit more then, but just till I stopped with the throat noise. "You want it now, Andrew?" I go, "Yeah, Cory, I'm ready". Cory reached over with his left arm to grab around the front of my hip, holding me in place completely. The dominant position he had over me got my cock so hard I reached down and stroked it, the second time I stroked it Cory pushed his boner all the way inside me and did a semi-slow rhythmic thrust in and out of my hole which quickly had me pushing back and wishing he'd speed it up. I was gasping with the need to climax but he wouldn't go faster even when I whined, "Faster, harder... fuck me faster Cory, please". Cory said nothing just kept up the same rhythm until I was mesmerized by it and it had me right on the edge of climax, gasping and stroking my cock until Cory was ready to finish me off. I heard some moaning from him and hoped he was close. Sure enough, he started rabbit fucking my ass and I fired off a long stream of cum onto the sheets while Cory filled me up with his spunk. Cum was soon drooling out of my hole almost as fast as Cory shot it up there. He stayed inside me after our climaxes this time too, keeping me in that choke hold while rubbing his nose on the back of my head telling me he liked the way I smelled and that I had the nicest hair and he loved the feel of my body. I could listen to him say things like that forever. He'd do a few short humps in my ass and then talk quietly again, telling me how much he loved me and how much better for him I am than that bastard Mark. It went on in this dreamy manner until I could feel his cock in my asshole get swollen and really hard again. It was maybe fifteen minutes since we'd climaxed... me still being held in a more or less helpless position. I didn't want to say anything because I was feeling so sexually stimulated I was afraid to break the mood. With his newly acquired boner Cory fucked me a second time, for at least twenty minutes until I felt like I was floating... we were both very sweaty boys rubbing against each other... it was like a fantasy and I had this great sense of admiration and gratitude that Cory was taking me to this highly sexually fulfilling place . Our eventual climax loads were small, but felt real good just the same. My hole was sore after the second go round... I didn't care, I loved being fucked like this by Cory. Hell, this "new" Cory is unexpected, but oh so welcome. If only he'd talk about his dominant transformation, or whatever it is.

We lay in bed for quite awhile after our second climaxes, not talking, our bodies staying tight together. After awhile Cory mumbled that he had to pull his dick out of me because his glans had gotten very sensitive... he's been doing this lately too, staying inside me as long as he could. The head of his cock was sensitive and my ass was sore, so I guess we'd taken it as far as it goes.... we whispered about that for awhile. Missed breakfast at the dining hall so after showering together we hopped on Cory's scooter and rode to a Denny's Restaurant for one of their breakfast specials. I didn't need to eat alone in Denny's this time. At breakfast we talked about how much fun it would be to do "it" in the shower. Not the dorm showers, we didn't even touch each other much in there, but in our own shower some place. Maybe we'd get a motel room and see how much fun that would be. After our previous night's confessions of love, and this mornings double fuck, we both considered ourselves in love... Cory had broken the ice. We didn't discuss it with anyone else, just ourselves. We'd talk quietly in bed together about being in love... it was simply this wonderful feeling knowing someone you're in love with also is in love with you. The truth is it's easy to say you're in love even if you're not, and even though I think there's a pretty good chance we both actually are in love... never having been in love, it's hard to be positive. There's always a first time for everything, so this could be it. Anyway, being in love or just thinking we're in love, what's the difference really. It's so fantastic having your favorite person in the world doing everything with you; eating together, helping with the college work together, nursing each other through little illnesses or hangovers, confiding secrets with one another, and of course, doing hot sex as well as the loving kind of sex too, which is definitely different from fun sex... loving sex is a very special kind of sex. When Cory and I are doing slow tender loving sex I'm convinced we really are in love... the actual real thing that everyone talks and writes about. Cory and me in love... kind of mysterious, and very exciting, and maybe just a tad scary too because it's new.

We talked to each other about our secret thoughts routinely now... well, at first Cory was better at that than me. He told me the secret sex life of him and Mark and how extremely dominant Mark would get. Mark was as dominant to Cory as Henry was to me, except Mark's dominance was more conventional than Henry's. No standing at attention, or getting haircuts, or wearing old Cub Scout uniforms for Mark and Cory. Mark's dominance manifested itself through his serious spanking fetish. That particular fetish isn't really "rare", I mean it's not a common thing certainly, but it's not unheard of. With Mark though, the spanking could get out of hand. Cory got wet eyes telling me about a few horror stories along those lines... being tied-up and spanked, and other things of a S&M nature. Mark had another fetish, a huge attraction to leather. He made a naked Cory wear something leather when he was fucking or spanking him. A leather jacket and a leather dog collar were used mostly, but anything leather got Mark all crazy like. He loved fucking Cory through a hole in a old pair of leather pants he'd bought from a Goodwill store. Cory's fetish, if it even is a fetish, is like mine... we like to be submissive in sexual situations. At least Cory used to like being submissive... I still do, I'm not so sure about Cory anymore. Further confessions from Cory: Mark always fucked Cory and Cory always sucked Mark's cock, before, during and after he was fucked. It was never the other way around. A lot of it wasn't pleasant for Cory, but a lot of it was too, so consequently Cory formed this hero worship of Mark. Whatever Mark wanted, Cory was quick to accommodate. I related to that, thinking about my feelings for Henry way back when.

Those tales and others that Cory told me gave me a guilty conscience because I wasn't coming clean about my Henry secrets. Finally, on another beer-drinking Saturday night two weeks later, I did tell him. I told Cory about Henry. He was fascinated by the story, his mouth open and his eyes wide. Me, the super submissive fourteen year old boy, and, Henry, a dominant nineteen year old. Early in the story Cory took hold of my hand and held it as I described the amazing details of our relationship. While telling it I could hardly believe I'd done half the things I was describing, but I'd done them alright. What's more, I got a woody describing some of them. Near the end of my tale, Cory exclaimed, "That's awful! Henry was such a prick, but ya know... I'm getting a bit of a boner just hearing about it. No offense Andrew, I'm sure it was terrible." I laughed and told him it was quite the opposite of "terrible" and he goes, "Well yeah, some of it does seem kinda hot, but you hadn't said you thought it was hot... so, ya know." I wasn't particularly surprised he though the Henry saga was hot and it made me smile... only submissive boys understand what's hot about being submissive. Maybe Cory hadn't lost his submissive side completely, recently he was just letting his dominant side show itself too. I think being able to perform both as a dominant and submissive sex partner... "top" or "bottom", is called being versatile. Well, there's a lot more to being dominant or submissive than just being fine with being a "top" or "bottom, but that's the general idea. My Henry stories brought out Cory's submissive side, and his sweet side... well, his sweet side is almost always on display. I told him, "You're so cute Cory, and considerate too. You didn't want to say Henry sounded hot until you found-out how I felt about it." He says, "Heh heh, yeah. I didn't want you thinking I'm a pervert or something".

The more I told him the more we made light of it... we both wanted a "Henry" of our own, as our dominant sex-pet. We joked about how we'd bring him out on certain nights and get our asses dominated by this "pretend Henry" dude... dominated for real, with a world class dominant boy. It was a weight off my mind to have told someone about Henry. I hadn't even realized my "Henry secret" was a weight on my mind until I shared the experience with Cory. So, Cory and I thought Henry was kinda cool, but we didn't feel that way about Mark. We didn't fantasize about Mark being our dominant "pet" because he's too violent for us. As far as corporal punishment goes, Cory and I thought of ourselves as moderately submissive boys... we didn't like excess in that area. We like some of it once in a while, but we don't like getting really hurt, and certainly not on a regular basis. It was interesting sharing this information back and forth, but it did leave a big question for me... what's Cory's revised view on the dom/sub topic now. The Henry stuff ignited his interest in being submissive, but that contradicted the way he's been acting toward me recently. Six months ago he'd been as submissive with Mark as I'd been with Henry. In other words, Cory at age twenty was more submissive than I'd been at age fourteen. And now Cory's has just stated that he still considers himself moderately submissive without a mention about him being obviously dominant with me during sex... what the f...? Could it be he doesn't recognize his dominance in our relationship? Hard to believe, I just don't know what to think. Now that he's finally free of Mark perhaps he's seeing himself totally differently... maybe he thought of himself as severely submissive when Mark ran his sex life and now, without Mark around, Cory has reduced his submissiveness from severe to moderate. I hesitated mentioning the noticeable changes in Cory because I wanted the changes to continue and I didn't want him second guessing himself or feeling self conscious about being dominant with me. He doesn't mention it, so neither will I. Someday we gotta talk about it though, it needs to be out in the open and acknowledged. But why worry about that right now...

Things remained pretty much the same for us during the next month. Cory ran our sex lives most of the time, but when I felt I wanted something different there was no problem with that either. Cory would go along with my wishes. He was far from a dictator, he simply has adopted the responsibility of being the leader for us sexually. It a stretch of logic to think he doesn't realize what's happening, but whatever... we're having a hot time. Our class work and dorm lives are going great too. No problem keeping our grades up, and being in the gay dorm is awesome. Some minor personality conflicts in the dorm, but nothing like there'd be in a regular dorm because here we all have that one major thing in common, we're openly gay. Everything in Cory's and my world was just grand except I still had the one secret left... my experience with Mitchell. I have every intention of telling Cory about my bizarre "Mitchell incident" but I'm waiting until it feels like it's the right time. My concern is that Cory will think I'm purposely doing something to attract these super-dominant individuals... you know, when I tell him about Mitchell's right after I told him about Henry. Maybe he'll think I'm doing it on purpose or something, but it has been five years between the two. Thinking about Mitchell I wondered about the results of the so-called exam... it's been weeks since my initial "interview/exam". He continues treating me the same as he treats everyone else, no better and no worse and no mention of our bizarre twenty minutes at The Dump that time... maybe that's the whole thing and there is no additional exam... it's all just a little bit of ball busting by Mitchell. Every other aspect of the job has been just what I thought it would be, and I hope it stays that way. I'll just keep waiting for something more from Mitchell, but I'm beginning to think there'll never be a follow-up exam and I'm not exactly sure if I'm relieved or disappointed about that.

One thing I was eager to try is that deal where I make some big bucks getting "tips" from my paper route customers. Maybe it's a little early to go for it, but what the hell... I went ahead and included my first set of envelopes and letters inside the newspapers. I put a set in each newspapers telling my customers about me being their new carrier, one who wanted to do a great job for them... and, oh yes, tips will be greatly appreciated as I'm a poor college student. The week after I included those letters the returns began showing up in the post office box I'd taken over from Rico. I got sixty-six returns with tips that totaled four hundred thirty dollars. WOW! I was rich. My new friend Jerome told me I'd gotten almost twice what his last month total was... he attributed it to me being new. Customers were more inclined to give bigger tips to new carriers in hopes they'd be able to find their newspapers more easily. By bribing me, the new carrier, they hoped I'd be conscientious about throwing their newspaper at least in the vicinity of their driveways! We laughed about that. I do try throwing the papers close to the condos, but I'm driving the pickup at the same time so once in a while the papers end up in an azalea bush or something. I liked Jerome, he's a cool kid, but he flirts with me constantly... it's kind of a game with him. His flirting actually gives me a hard-on half the time too... that kid was sexy in ways I can't exactly put my finger on. Well, I do know he had this sexy way to smoke. I like looking at his mouth when the smoke comes pouring out. His lips are puffy and he makes an "O" with them, his head back when he's exhaling long drags from his cigarette. I see the tip of his pink tongue at the end of each exhale. Maybe I just want to suck on his tongue a little bit... I don't know. I told Cory about him and Cory wants me to invite Jerome to join us for some beers sometime. Hee hee, that might be fun.

The Mitchell secret was weighing on my mind so I needed to tell Cory, get it over with. One night I just got into it... no beers, no nothing, I just started talking trying to make it seem like no big deal. We were smoking outside the dorm and I go, "Oh dude, I gotta tell ya about this bizarre deal that happened my first day at work... about six or seven weeks ago. I've put off telling you because I was afraid you'd thing I'm weird." Cory goes, "Well, ya might as well tell me because I already think you're weird... you got nothing to lose". And he mussed my hair to show me a little love, to show me he was only kidding, but I already knew that. It's just the way Cory is, sweet and so sincere... even when he's joking around he still feels the need to do something to make sure I know he's kidding, just in case I didn't "get it". So many things he does makes me want to hug and kiss him, saying, "I knew that was a joke, dude... or ... Thank you for being so nice ... or.. whatever, you know ". Maybe we are in love after all. I was combing my hair where Cory messed it and he goes, "I need to cut that for you Andrew, it's on your ears". I go, "Oh, OK?" He nodded his head, but I'm thinking, "oh man... he's the worse barber". I can't hurt his feelings though, he likes to give me haircuts so I go alone with it. Anyway, sitting on the bench outside our dorm with my legs crossed the way Henry taught me to cross them, I told Cory about Mitchell. It turned-out to be anti-climatic... Cory wasn't as interested in what Mitchell did with me as he'd been about Henry because Mitchell's actions, while bizarre by normal standards, paled in comparison to Henry's. Cory did say it sounded kinda hot... he mostly meant it was hot the way my subconscious mind turned me totally over to Mitchell during the so called medical procedures. I wondered if he was comparing it to the way I'd been turning myself over to him recently. The idea of Mitchell giving me the so-called "full physical examination" was intriguing as hell to Cory too. By far though, the thing that got Cory's attention the most was Mitchell's looks. Cory says, "Oh yeah, you told me about him before and I was going to go with you one day to gawk at him. Well, tomorrow is the day.". We joked about that for awhile and then went back inside where Cory says, "Did Mitchell ever do this to you?" and he started in on a hot make-out that ended with both of us naked, me on all fours, Cory rabbit fucking me till we both blew our loads with a squeal.. awesome! Later, not so awesome, he gave me a haircut. Getting a terrible haircut is a small price to pay to keep Cory happy... he thinks he's a good barber, oh man! He always says, "There Andrew, that's not too bad... maybe a little bit too short here and there, but pretty good" then his kiss on the side of my forehead makes it all OK by me.

Next morning Cory jumped out of bed with me to do my papers, he was mumbling, "I gotta see this Mitchell character myself... no way he could be as cute or hot looking as you described him... no way!". We picked-up coffees and went directly to The Dump. Very little talking, it was too early for that. Cory did grumble, "Getting up this early is a bitch, dude!" He repeated it twice, as a matter of fact... I just smiled, but actually it does suck! I parked the pickup, then Cory came inside The Dump with me. When I put the ID card in the slot Mitchell was less than ten feet away doing something with his back turned. Two guys waited patiently for him, you did not ever tell Mitchell to hurry. Mitchell turned around and Cory did a quiet gasp, mumbling to himself, "Holy shit... no way!" He stared at Mitchell until I finally pulled him outside by his arm. "That's impossible!" he stammered. We lit cigarettes, me smirking knowingly, I told ya so, dude!. In between drags Cory's saying, "Awesome looking kid! Jesus, you were right, Andrew." He was truly amazed and excited. Gay guys like Cory and me are astonished at Mitchell's cuteness, while straight guys either ignore it or behind his back call Mitchell a fag for looking too cute. We talked about Mitchell's "looks" as we drank our coffees and smoked, it was great having Cory with me. Throwing our empty coffee cups in the trash I spotted Jerome and waved him over. I did the introductions, saying to Cory, "this is my new friend, Jerome... Jerome, this is my boyfriend, Cory". They shook hands and we all lit up another cigarette. Jerome blowing a long stream of smoke out between the small round opening he made with his lips, showing the tip of his pink tongue when he did it... my dick stirred as he said, "You guys are lucky. You both got cool boyfriends. I can't find one and I been looking forever." Cory and I mumbled "thanks" as I groped my crotch staring at Jerome, hoping he'd exhale again. Jerome continued talking, directly to Cory this time, "I tried asking Andrew out on a date even though I was thinking he's probably too cute to go out with me... and as it turns out, he is." I smiled while Jerome chuckled at his self deprecating comment. I said, "Don't put yourself down Jerome, you rock, dude. I'm just lucky to have the worlds hottest roommate, otherwise I'd have been honered to be your boyfriend. I'd be buying you cigarettes all the time too." Jerome looked puzzled at the last comment, but we quickly resumed our mutual admiration society until I heard my number called. After getting my newspapers Cory helped me deliver them, we talked about Mitchell's extraordinary appearance the entire time. It was fun doing the route with Cory... doing anything with Cory is fun. Our days together were so smooth and carefree.

To celebrate my recent "tips" success, I treated Cory to Orlando's amusement parks. We rode the thrill rides exclusively... the other rides held little interest for us. Waiting in line for one of the rides we got into a discussion about the similarities of the roller coaster thrill rides and the sexual thrill rides that dominant guys like Henry, and even Mark at times, in the past, had provided me and Cory. Our hot sexual climaxes were the thrill part of course, and are hotter than the thrill of getting the crap scared out of us on a roller coaster flying a hundred miles an hour down a seventy percent incline, but not by much... a thrill ride is a thrill ride. All day Sunday with Cory talking about intimate sexy things, what a great day. To be smart-asses, in between the rides, we walked around the park holding hands. Cory's used to doing that kind of thing with Mark's in-your-face attitude about being aggressively gay. Mark had made Cory uneasy with his attitude and frankly, holding hands in the park with Cory at first made me uneasy too. Walking around holding hands resulted in a few homophobic comments, but not many. Cory got me to do what he does which is smile his best smile in the direction of the insult. In the past Cory was the one who hated flaunting the fact he's gay, now I'm the one who doesn't want to flaunt it, but Cory said he's tired of being timid. He says, "Holding hands while we're walking around isn't exactly being flamboyant, it's a subtle thing and we're not looking for a fight like Mark always was. We don't respond back verbally, we walk on ignoring the rudeness. Right?" I go, "If you say so Cory".

Anyway, eventually I liked walking around holding Cory's hand, it even gave me a boner a few times during the day. We laughed about that while bumping against one another, hugging each other in the middle of the crowds a few times too. It was very cool to be so uninhibited in the middle of all those people, and I gotta thank Cory for showing me that. It was a really excellent day. Back at the dorm we showered and then in our room we started a lazy make-out, we were doing it in a loving way rather than our rough playful sexy way. It got so amorous, so sexy, I was like "Fuck me Cory". He tightened his arm around my neck saying, "Do you love me, though? Really love me?" and I'm like "Oh yeah, I'm in love with you Cory. Come on now... fuck me... please" Then, just like that it hit me that we weren't role playing in the slightest, we were being totally ourselves and it sent a buzzing feeling to my groin and a shiver down my back. This is what we've become for real; me nagging my dominant sex partner to fuck me, and him demanding I do something first... in this case, convince him I really do love him. I looked at Cory and I guess I had a funny look in my eyes because he rubbed his nose against mine mumbling, "Don't look like that, Andrew... I was just teasing you" I felt like my eyes were watery as I said, "I love you more than anything, Cory". Looking back at me, he quietly said, "I know you do and I love you too, Andrew". Then he squeezed my ass and said, "Now, go get the lube and get undressed". I was in that weird trance-like state thinking how awesome Cory's is. I slowly did the things he said as he watched my every move. When I was naked lying on the bed Cory held out his hand for me to give him the lube. He continued to stare at me, it was making me nervous but I liked that, I wasn't sure what Cory would do and that's a turn-on for me. But, as he continued staring I got worried something was wrong, so I asked, "Is everything alright, Cory?" He shook his head back and forth slowly and quietly answered me this way... "How did we get here, Andrew? Am I really the dominant sex partner... we were both so submissive six months ago, what happened?" I thought maybe he'd interpreted my funny look from a minute ago... he saw how submissive I was being to him. Hmmm, how to handle this?

Naked, I crawled under the covers escaping the coolness of the air-conditioning. Knowing he was serious, I mumbled that I'd notice changes in him for weeks and weeks, but I was waiting for him to bring it up. "I love it Cory, I love you being the dominant boy... you do it much better than me. Do you like doing it?" I really was curious. He looked out the window and said, kinda to himself, "You've recognized this for weeks?" Then, looking at me again, he said, "Haven't we been role playing ?" I shook my head and said, "Not too much... you just slowly but surely became more dominant than me. It's not a bad thing." He still looked mystified so I said, "Well, you were under Marks strict dominant control for two years. The one time you tried the aggressor role was way back in eleventh grade when you fucked that kid, it didn't work out too good so maybe you convinced yourself you weren't a "top". Later, when Mark got ahold of you, you just fell into the submissive role. That submissive persona worked with Mark, so you thought, "OK, that proves it, I'm submissive! and you became even more submissive." Cory goes, "This is too weird, but you might be right about all that. I felt submissive, but didn't call it that". I told Cory about myself for years not believing I was gay... even after all the things I did with Henry, "We fool ourselves, Cory. We play tricks on ourselves." He nodded his head thoughtfully and says, "Yeah, when you told me about you and Henry I remembered what you'd said when we first met. You know, when you told me you'd just recognized you're gayness a couple months ago. I figured you were confused, or lying, but that's OK, I still love ya dude!" He said the last part with a grin. Cory was lightening-up the conversation which was fine with me. He goes, "Hey, maybe it's not so much that I'm dominant... maybe it's that you're so submissive it just make it look like I'm dominant. And, maybe I need to give you a spanking like Mark used to give me." I made a face like, don't try it ... and Cory goes, "Just kidding. How about if I'm only dominant-light with you, like our cigarettes... Marlboro lights." We were still trying to joke about it a little bit, but I was happy it was out in the open. He'd been slowly undressing as we talked. When naked he got under the covers with me, "Would it be too dominant of me if I told you to get on your stomach so I can fuck you missionary style?" I said, "Right away, Sir!" He fucked me so sweetly, with us kissing and whispering embarrassing words of affection. Love rocks!

We never got around to drinking any beer that night so I was feeling good the next morning. Tell ya the truth, I felt like waking Cory to get him to fuck me again. Get him to fuck me just the way he did it last night, except I'd be late at The Dump. My ass felt so good I needed to played with myself while brushing my teeth. Damn-horny, Monday-morning! Such good sex last night. On the way to The Dump I stopped for a coffee and a donut then, pulling into The Dump's parking lot I saw there were only three cars here. It's looking like I'll be one of the first guys to get my newspapers today... maybe I can get done quick enough to have my so-called dominant-light sex partner fuck me a "quickie" when I get back... maybe one of his famous rabbit-fucks. Oh man, I'm over-sexed... just a tiny bit over sexed. Last night, after our lovey/dovey sex we stayed in the same cum-dripping bed hugging and talking. Mostly we talked about how things are working out for us so nicely and how surprised we both are about... well, about almost everything being so perfect. Cory kept saying how weird it was he hadn't been conscious of his so-called transformation. We were joking about it a little bit, but neither of us mentioned anything about changing things between us. I was happy although I felt some concern that Cory may be doubting himself. He's such a sincere guy, he's likely to worry about not being a good dominant sex partner for me. It's so ironic, Cory being such a sweet kid yet he's the dominant one between us. God, I could hug him forever. Those were my thoughts waiting for my newspapers, standing at the counter in The Dump.

What a wonderful frame of mind I was in... so good I actually smiled at Mitchell, getting only a tired frown back from him. He's probably always tired... medical school and a full time job simultaneously! I signed for my newspapers and was halfway out the door when he calls, "Oh wait a second Fisher, come here, please... almost forgot something". One of the guys says to me real low, "Uh oh! You're in trouble now, Andrew..." He was only joking I think, but with Mitchell ya never know, maybe the guy had heard something. I went up and said, "Um, hi Mitchell, sup?" He nodded his head to the side for me to follow him over near the wall where he leaned in close to whisper and as he did I enjoyed his natural boyish smell. Looking so clean, so brand new, he quietly said, "I got your test results. You're good to go. Now you need your full physical which I've scheduled for this Wednesday evening at seven." He handed me a three-by-five card with directions to the teaching hospital. "You need to come to the medical building and knock on the door marked 'students'. I'll let you in... there's an exam room we can use in the back where we won't be disturbed. Seven, sharp!" And just that quickly he was back at the counter doing his job. He didn't ask if I was available Wednesday, and he didn't ask if I had any trepidations about having a seventeen year old medical student take charge of my body either. No, none of that... it was simply a stern "be there on time". I had half a boner in my shorts by the time I got my papers out to the pick-up. Holy shit... a physical! It could get hot during that, except supposedly he isn't turned-on by me. Then I remembered his hard cock poking me during the initial "exam" here at The Dump's office. I'm guessing he does get turned-on a little. It'll be worth the trip, maybe not "Henry hot", but worth the trip. Well, can ya tell? I'm kinda excited about Mitchell's physical and, duh, it's not like I have a choice anyway. Can't wait to tell Cory!

I told him that same day, but not until lunch time. After doing my route, I was back in our room with a strong urge to feel Cory's body next to mine. Cory looked so young and innocent with his cute face half covered by the sheet. Sitting on his bed next to him, I kept saying, "Cory" real low, then a little louder, and a little louder until his eyes fluttered open and I said, "Oh, you're awake". What a great grin he gave me, then he mumbles, "I thought it was Rico calling me..." I laughed out loud. He got out of bed saying, "Get those clothes off, we don't have much time and I gotta brush my teeth first so I can give you a juicy kiss. I'll think of what comes after that as I'm brushing." I stripped quickly, slipped under the covers and buried my face in his pillow. Cory's smell was strong, it got my cock hard. I've got it bad for him... never felt this way about another person, ever. Jeez he gets me hot, I stroked my boner a few times looking at

the door anxious to see him. He was back two minutes later with that same little boy's shy grin. He climbed right into bed without even taking the time to get out of his boxer shorts. Our faces came together and we did the hottest open mouth kiss in the history of the world, me grabbing hold of his dick through the front slit in his boxers. Our teeth scraped together, our noses, chins, lips, and cheeks were soon wet with a mixture of our spit. As the kiss progressed his cock got harder and harder till he pulled his lips away and said, "Get on your knees Andrew, all scrunched up... knees touching your chin. I'm going to rabbit fuck you, dude". He smacked my ass a couple of times as I scrambled up on my knees wrapping my arms around them, making myself into a tight ball. We mostly do rabbit fucks when time is short. Cory dropped his boxer shorts as I'm waiting in this tight ball with my ass sticking out, looking back at Cory as he pushes lube up my hole with his middle finger, then rubs his boner up and down the crack of my ass. Anticipation has me breathing as fast as my heart was beating. Again he smacks my ass, this time to tenderize it... that's what he says, with humor in his voice, "a half dozen smacks should tenderize it properly, Andrew" I whined a quiet "Ow" after each smack. Then, ta da! he pushed his boner way up inside my hole, way up till his nuts bounced against my buttocks. I sucked in a lot of air, and let it out slowly... oh my God it felt good. My cock was so hard it had me grunting as it bounced against my belly with every move Cory made. I'd been thinking about a rabbit fuck the whole time I was delivering my paper route and was really, really, eager for it. Cory got a hand on each of my shoulders, muttered, "I love ya, dude" and he fucked me fast and deep for over two minutes with me going, "Ah!! Oh!!" with every thrust of his fat cock up my ass and with Cory grunting out a breathy "Oh!!" each hump. We both climaxed in less than three minutes and I thought the top of my head was coming off... top of my dick too. It was very sexy hot! Heart still beating fast, the feeling of climax all over my body like electricity... awesome. Cory smacked my ass twice more and said, "Love to fuck this ass... I love it! Let's grab a quick shower before class... come on, hurry up". Oh that felt so good. I was still pulling at my dick hopping out of bed, then quickly grabbing a towel I hurried, following him to the showers.

At lunch I finally got around to reminding Cory about my scheduled physical... it was to be done Wednesday night. He pretended he was jealous, but I knew he wasn't. Cory was fascinated by Mitchell's fabulous face, but he didn't really believe it was possible for him to be as dominant as Henry. I guess the law of averages was against me running into two boys like Henry. Hell, the law of averages had been against me running into one "Henry type", never mind two. But guess what, I clearly saw the potential for Mitchell to be as dominant as Henry, maybe more... different type of dominance, but just as intense. The week progressed nicely with Cory alternating between being his sweet sincere self and then morphing into a hot dominant sex partner. Not knowing what to expect exactly, or when to expect it was part of the fun for me... you know, any minute Cory might say, "Andrew, get your clothes off", or something to that effect. It kind of had me in a constant state of ready arousal. It also had me doing goo-goo eyes at Cory... oh man, I'm in love with that kid. Cory always returned that loving feeling right back to me too, he was full of compliments and often after sex he'd ask, "Was that good for you, Andrew? How can we make it sexier for you." I knew Mark never asked that of Cory after fucking him, but Cory's a considerate "top", not anything like Mark. Alas, there's more to college than sex... we had some mid-terms to study for so they had priority Tuesday afternoon, priority over sex unfortunately. Cory and I studied together when it made sense to do that, always trying to help each other. We studied late and fell asleep without sex Tuesday night. During our study time there wasn't any actual discussion of my up-coming "physical" but I thought about it myself quite a bit. Sometime Tuesday night the power went out during an electrical storm and killed the air conditioning... the dormitory was hot and muggy when we woke-up Wednesday morning. My alarm hadn't gone off so I was late for The Dump, no sex that morning either. At lunch on Wednesday Cory and I joked about the sex drought we were in. A late class on Wednesday too, so I didn't see him again until almost six.

We were eating an early dinner in the dining hall. In between bites of cheeseburger I said something about my so-called "physical" with Mitchell. He goes, "Oh yeah, that's tonight, right? Hey, I need you home early though, we haven't had any sex the last forty-eight hours. I need to have a little sex with my favorite person on the planet." He gets me so hot, I go, "Cory, can we do a rabbit fuck right after dinner?" He goes, "I wish, dude, but the whole reason for the early dinner is my late lab at six-thirty. In a few minutes I gotta run. You just be sure to get home early and I hope you got a hot story to tell ... every detail, every fucking detail!" he was chuckling, me too. He goes, "But don't worry too much if you don't have any hot details to talk about, I'll provide some for you myself"... he reached over and pinch my ass. I go, "Outch!" and glared at him with a pissed-off frown on my face.. that hurt. Cory raised his eyebrows and gave me a steady stare. It was a bit intense and after a few seconds I looked down at my plate and mumbled, "that hurt". I immediately thought, "hey, that was definitely a first. Cory's stare making me look down... wow, that's weird". He calmly says, "Oh, come on, Andrew... you must be nervous about tonight or something because normally you'd laugh at that pinch". I looked back up to him, and you know what... all of a sudden it all felt so cool. The way Cory had laid that confident stare on me after the pinch, like he's saying to me "what's your problem, dude?" and it made me look away, submissive like. I'm staring at him, not into his eyes, but at his face thinking... Damn, he looks so confident, so cute, so hot. He says, in a slightly irritated manner, "what are you staring at now, Andrew?". I grinned guiltily and mumbled quietly, "I'm sorry, Cory... I was just staring at you and thinking how lucky I am that you're my boyfriend. Guess I am a little apprehensive about the Mitchell thing tonight and I acted like a baby just now." Cory grins and says, "Jeez, I was teasing you, that's all". That's so like him, making sure my feelings aren't hurt. I told him not to worry about it and added, "You know Cory, just then... the pinch thing, it gave me half a boner from you just being yourself. Your new self". He did a cute smirk and said, "OK, you have avoided a spanking by admitting your adoration of me" and he reached over to grab some short hairs from the front of my head between his fingers and gave them a little pull too... damn it! that hurt too, but it gave me another buzzing in my nuts. I smiled this time instead of frowning... it was like he was teaching me something... like he didn't want to hear me whine if he felt like a pinch or a pull on my hair, just take it, dude. Jeez, the boner grew in my pants as I finished my french fries, sneaking peeks at Cory... oh my God I love his face. After dinner Cory wished me luck with Mitchell and he started walking away but stopped suddenly and wiggled his finger for me to come over to him. When I did, he got his arm around my neck and pulled the side of my face against his, saying, "I'm sorry I pinched you" he kissed me on my mouth right out in the open and mumbled, "I can't wait to see you tonight". Before I could think of anything to say he was halfway down the path to the library. I watched him go till he was out of sight, then I headed for my pickup with love in my heart and another boner in my shorts.

The drive to the University hospital took less than half an hour. There are a number of Universities in the Orlando area, lots of college students of all types, so which one of them am I headed for?... the incredibly dominant Mitchell Higginbottom, that's who. Maybe there actually is something about me that attracts the Henry and Mitchell "types". I'm not complaining though, just wondering about it. Following Mitchell's detailed directions was easy and allowed me time to think about the dinner I'd just had with Cory, particularly our conversation and his demeanor. Actually, I should make that plural, "demeanors" because Cory's demonstrating a couple of different ones. It amazes me the way he's changed, the natural progression of his change, in hindsight appears seamless. Looking over just in time I see the campus entrance and closely following Mitchell's directions, two minutes later I'm in the parking lot across from the designated building. It was ten minutes to seven... I parked the pickup and sat there in my truck for a minute noticing that familiar nervous feeling in my stomach, the one I get when I'm about to do something sexy, but stupid. I know it's stupid, but I can rarely keep myself from doing it. It's the same scary feeling I had in my stomach outside the Mane Street Barbershop during Christmas break. I'd almost gone inside for one of Henry's haircuts... the pull, the urge to do so was the scariest part. I broke free of that one, but this is different... I can't break free here because my job depends on me doing this crazy thing. Crazy or not, my balls seem to want me to do it, they're hopping up and down in their sack. Taking a deep breath I say to myself, "Here goes nothing" and I walked right over and knocked on the door, no answer. OK, I'm early... kill some time. Being nervous always makes me think, "have a cigarette". That way I can feel a little nauseous to go along with the nervousness. After smoking the cigarette I tentatively knocked again and this time Mitchell opened the door saying, "Good! You're on time, I knew you would be... follow me." I mumbled, "Sure thing, Mitchell"... surprised at how "amped-up" I was all of a sudden. My heart beating faster and my breathing ragged. It's Mitchell, his aura or something, he's so officious, so typically confident that I'm immediately attracted to the flame, me being the moth, of course. Now I was really nervous, even more than before, but determined to have an open mind. Mitchell was wearing blue scrubs, V-neck top over matching bottoms. Beautiful, baby faced Mitchell wearing operating room scrubs made me think, "pajamas"... PJs. With that stethoscope around his neck, he looked like a fourteen year old playing doctor. I groped myself as I followed him through a number of corridors until Mitchell finally pointed to a door, and said, "In here Andrew, strip completely naked, including your socks, I'll be with you shortly". I gulped, nodded my head, and walked into the small examination room..

It was quite warm in there so being naked wasn't a problem as far as that goes, but being naked isn't usually a condition that makes one feel in control of their situation. Oh well, I need to do this whether I want to or not. Number one is keeping the job. I was trying to psyche myself up... as a kid I could rationalize like a madman but I can't fool myself too much anymore. The smallish examination room contained an examination table with a tissue paper cover, a small desk, one of those tall scales that you stand on and move weights at eye level, and a low stool. I sat up on the examination table swinging my feet slightly and feeling self conscious, the paper felt weird under my bare ass. Just like a real doctor, Mitchell kept me waiting a long time and then bustled into the room wearing his hospital scrubs and acting like he was oh so busy. To reinforce this concept Mitchell did a long sigh glancing at his clip board. He's so good looking I never get tired of staring at him... swallowing hard and getting that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach again I tried to look attentive. Without glancing at me, Mitchell said, "Hop down off there and get on the scale please, Andrew". He moved the weights until the balanced arrow indicated my weight at one hundred thirty-one pounds. There was a extension ruler on the scale that Mitchell pulled up to show my height at five feet-nine and three-quarter inches. He made notations, then said, "OK, stand under that light please" I walked two steps to stand under a spotlight and Mitchell studied my body, mumbling, "I'm looking for any danger signs on your skin... if you've ever been sunburned, skin cancer can sneak up on you". He came over and put both his arms around me feeling up and down my spine, his body was one or two inches away from mine. Once again his boyish odor had my eyes blinking rapidly and my nose twitching. Feeling under my jaw bone using a hand on either side, he said, "Open please" and when I opened my mouth he mumbled, "wider, please". I had it open as wide as I could, Mitchell put his fingers in there doing something, feeling around, squeezing my tongue... I don't know what else. "Close, please", I closed my mouth and he used his saliva dripping index finger to push up the front of my nose and, peering up my nose, he mumbled, "cute nose"... then, "OK, hop back up on the table", he slapped the place he wanted me to sit and as I was climbing back up he stood close by watching me while he sucked on each finger he's had in my mouth. Sitting naked on the exam table again my dick twitched and moved from laying against my left thigh to my right. I did an unnecessary nervous throat clearing and pretended I was interested in the ceiling.

Mitchell made a face and a slight shake of his cute head. Then, using his stethoscope he listen to my heart and, with the head of the stethoscope at various spots on my back, he instructed me to cough a few times. So far this is very similar to the physical I'd gotten for college except I wasn't naked for that one and the doctor hadn't sucked his fingers after putting them in my mouth... other than that, pretty much the same. "OK, lay down on your back, please"... the mood in that silent, warm, confined room with just Mitchell and me was putting me into a trance like state, the kind I've been in before. He poked and pressed all over my torso and down to my pubic area trying to find, who knows what... he seem satisfied though as he mumbled "Good" a number of times. Sitting back up, Mitchell used both his hands to squeeze parts of my body all over me, down my arms, holding my hands out, both my feet, down under my scrotum, reaching under me to spread my buttocks wide till my hole twitched... touching me everywhere. I was getting aroused from all the touching and from just looking at the almost silent, fastidious Mitchell pretending to be a busy doctor hurrying through a routine physical examination. All of it got my dick progressing toward a semi-firm condition. I wondered if a boner would piss Mitchell off or please him... he's still a mystery to me. That being said, my trance like state was allowing me to feel relaxed and I very much enjoyed him having his hands all over me. Mitchell has extra padding on his finger tips and in the palms of his hands, it was obvious there was a lot of strength there as well. It felt good being rubbed or squeezed by those hands and when he'd pulled my hands out in front of me and held them there a few seconds it was like we were holding hands, just like back in The Dump that time. My dick stirred noticeably at the hand holding... so erotic. His extraordinary attractiveness and his authoritative demeanor affected me by arousing my sexual awareness of him. His smell isn't only very boyish but sexily boyish, the total uniqueness of his looks in conjunction with his no nonsense demeanor had me feeling dizzy. I'm enormously attracted to him, even if he isn't to me.

I was told to hop down and stand in front of him again. Mitchell sat on a stool and made quite a production out of measuring my penis... length and circumference. Using a small scale he then weighed my nuts, making notations on his clipboard about everything. I bit my bottom lip trying to keep from going totally hard. Done with the measuring he proceeded to slowly and meticulously do a genital exam. Pulling back my uncut foreskin and inspecting my penis and glans, he looked closely, moving his head a little to the right, then the left. His face was two inches from my semi-firm penis, I was thinking, "Oh please, Dr Mitchell, put my dick in your super cute mouth, please!". He didn't put it in his mouth though, and he also didn't stroke the foreskin on and off the head of my cock fourteen times like Henry would have done. Mitchell stroked it only two or three times, but it was enough to get my penis as firm as it can get without qualifying as a full-blown boner. He appeared to ignored the firmness, feeling my balls instead. Mitchell quietly mumbled to me that my left testes was slightly lower than the right one, which apparently was a good thing. Then he did something Henry would approve of, he squeezed my nuts, one then the other... just slightly too hard, making me yelp. "Stand still please" was Mitchell's stern repute as he repeated the hard squeezing, and then, "Your scrotum is smaller than it should be, Andrew. You'll need to wear a testicle stretching device for a couple of weeks until the problem is corrected. Perhaps I'll do that in your follow-up exam. Tonight you'll try it on for only an hour or so". I'm like, "What, ah ... whattaya mean?" I was thinking, "Devise... follow-up?" In an extremely pompous manner, even for him, he says, "You need to trust in my training and not question what I say. The procedure involves putting a leather penis strap and scrotum stretcher on your genitals. It's a routine procedure that stretches your testicles away from your penis, stretches your testicle cords and so forth." Then, putting a finger near my nuts, he says, "But for now, turn your head away and cough for me please" I did that and he says, "once more, please".

Laying on the exam table again, my mind was still working through that ball busting thingie as Mitchell unlatched some kind of metal extensions from the end of the table. He explained, "These are basically used for gynecological examinations, but should serve our immediate needs. I'll first remove your pubic hairs, then apply the testicle stretching devise without concern of any pubic hairs getting pulled during that procedure." While quietly saying that he held up one of my legs and got my foot into the stirrup, and then the second. Spreading the metal extensions arms wide open exposed my groin area completely. It took all of five seconds for Mitchell to get me into a completely helpless position. "Stay still now, please". I'm like, "Hey, Mitchell... what..?" He mumbles, "Quiet please" and using a battery operated hair clipper, he shaved my pubic hair before I knew what had happened. My immediate response when he clicked on the clippers was to say, "Hey... wha..?" but he'd already removed a strip of pubic hairs so what the hell could I do. The clippers made quick work of my sparse pubes... I took a resigned deep breath, but he paid no attention. This was the first time in many a year that my groin was hairless, maybe back when I was eleven or twelve would be the last time. I strained my eyes, looking down the length of my body in an attempt to see the whole affect, but my semi-boner blocked some of the viewing area. Mitchell was wetting a large gauze pad with warm water and he then used it to wet my groin down. Working steadily, but not hurried, he seemed to have his every moved planned perfectly. He provided no warnings or explanations and never requested permission, simply went ahead and did what pleased him. Holding my cock in his left fist he applied shaving cream to my wet groin and removed any stubble the clippers left behind by shaving the area with a disposable razor. Another wet gauze to rinse off, and then a couple of dry ones to dry the area. Without missing a beat, Mitchell squeezed another creamy substance onto his latex-gloved fingers and applied it to my groin, rubbing it into the skin. "This results in a baby-smooth pubic area, Andrew. This depilatory cream will dissolve any hair I've missed as well as go beneath the skin's surface so you should be smooth for a week. I'm like, "What...?" He says, "I'll use this depilatory cream up your rectum crack too... hair there can be unpleasant for your sex partner. You do have a sex partner don't you?" Everything was moving too fast now, this cream burned my ass crack a little. I said, "What... Oh, yeah Mitchell, I have a boyfriend, he's my roommate, but what are you going to do next... could you tell me first?" It surprised me how wimpy I sounded though, and that made me realized I was slipping totally under Mitchell's control, just like I did at The Dump during that initial exam. It's a dreamy peaceful feeling letting a dominant boy take control of you. My legs up in the air, my feet in the stirrups, I really didn't have much choice in the matter. The overhead lights shined down on his recently buzzed hair making it look like velvet. I wanted to feel it with my fingers or my cheek, it looked so soft. Mitchell was saying something, "... it's not that I'm gay, but I am bisexual having had a lot of sex with both boys and girls. Have you, Andrew? Had sex with males and females?"

As he was asking that question I was allowing myself to get into an almost floating sensation... floating ever so slightly above the examination table. I go, "What...? Oh, ...yes... I've had sex with girls as well as boys." This appeared to surprise him, he stopped what he was doing to stare at me, then say, "How unexpected...." He twisted the cap off a tube and applied a cooling body lotion to my recently shaved pubic area, "This will sooth any irritated spots", wiping the lotion up and down my crack, applying extra pressure on the lips of my asshole each time his fingers past over them. When applying the body cream to my cock he closed his fist on it and pulled up the length of it four times, very much like jerking me off and I was quite stiff afterward. My dick wasn't standing straight up from my body, it was parallel to my belly. Mitchell got some items from his black satchel, "Assist me with this, please" he said. "Pull your penis upright for me" I go, "Huh..?" while lifting my stiff dick up straight. Mitchell said, "Just use two fingers near your shaved groin". When I did he casually slid and secured a black leather cylinder around my cock, then tightened it. The sheath extending from just above my belly to a half inch below the foreskin-covered head. There was an attached piece of very firm leather hanging below the penis part. Mitchell stretched my scrotum tightly making me gasp in pain, and then secured the leather device on top of my nuts in this lower position. Letting go, Mitchell says, "OK, good, that should help in time. We'll see what the results are over the next couple hours and that will tell me how long you'll need to wear the devise when it's attached on a more permanent basis". He said that so matter-of-factly, it left me speechless. The stretcher was squeezing my nuts constantly, pulling then down inside my scrotum. Mitchell, putting a few things back in the black bag mumbling, "It'll be a little uncomfortable for you at first, but your scrotum skin is elastic and will stretch, adjusting to the apparatus quite quickly." All I could do was feel down there with my fingers, the leather was smooth, but my nuts were throbbing with a sharp pain. I tried to say, "Mitchell, this is...." He interrupts me with, "Shhhh... act your age, please. This is an adult apparatus, you are an adult, are you not?". I just shook my head and tried to adjust the leather torture devise to a more comfortable position, but it was on tight.

Taking my feet out of the stirrups and swinging my legs around Mitchell helped me off the examination table. "Stand up straight. please". When I did it put more pressure on my nuts and I groaned, "Mitchell, this hurts too much". He mumbled, "Don't be ridiculous, I haven't even added the weights yet." He took two round black balls from a case, muttering, "We'll do a couple of six ounce balls to start". As soon as he hooked the two black metal balls onto the leather devise the extra weight dragged on my nuts. I grunted out, "No Mitchell, that really hurts now". He leaned over and actually hugged around my head then, pulling it down to his level while saying, "Shhhhh, now Andrew. I'm trying to help you... it will feel better momentarily." He rubbed my forehead with the palm of his hand going up my forehead into my hair while quietly saying, "I'm your doctor this evening, and I pride myself on my bedside manner. Shhhhh... Is it feeling better?" My balls felt like they weighed a ton, but the pain was more a dull ache now and I liked having Mitchell comfort me so I nodded my head and leaned into him. As I did, I realized I was acting like a little boy again. Henry, and now Mitchell can do that to me, they make be feel like I'm a little boy and I'll pretend they'll take care of me. I adopted a docile body language. That "nicer" side of Mitchell is new to me... and, God, he smells good. The palms of his hands are awesome. He moves them so deliberately, never rushing... I like that. In almost baby-talk, I muttered, "The pain is letting-up a little, Mitchell" he patted the side of my face then, and mimicking my baby-talked, said, "See, didn't I tell you it would be all better." With a small chuckle he added, "Good boy, Andrew".

Oh man, I knew this was getting crazy, but it was getting to be fun too. Cory and I did so much role playing early in our relationship it was easy drifting into the little kid role here with Mitchell. I lay my head on Mitchell's shoulder and he rubbed my hair, saying, "You have the softest hair, Andrew. You're a very attractive boy, has anyone ever told you that?" Playing the little boy role to the hilt, I go, "Uh huh, a couple of times, Mitchell". He says, "Well, you are and you've great hair too, really" then chuckling in that small way he has, he says, "but this is a terrible haircut you have here. Do you cut it yourself?" I mumbled, "Oh no, my roommate cuts my hair." Mitchell did the little chuckle again... so much for my thought that he had no sense of humor. After a minute or so, Mitchell let go of my head and said, "Feeling a little better now? Can you hop back up on the examining table for me again, please". Using my hands to help, I struggled up backwards onto the table, dragging my heavy balls up with me, the extra movement on my scrotum causing a wave of pain, but it quickly subsided. Mitchell had me lay back on the exam table as he put on a new pair of latex gloves, then ripping open a sterile plastic bag containing some thin tubing, a jar, and a few other items. The leather sheath on my cock felt odd, but it constantly stimulated my penis resulting in me having a totally full-blown, flagpole boner. Neither of us mentioned the tight boner nor the bead of precum at the pee slit. I was, however, constantly taking quick short breaths enjoying the sensations up and down my cock. Mitchell, oblivious to any discomfort or pleasure I might be having, lectured... "Andrew, the testicle-stretching apparatus on your penis is necessary but makes it difficult to get a urine sample without staining the leather with drippings. One alternative is catheterization, I need the practice so it's what I'm going to do now" I'm like, "What's that?" By now he had a thin tube in his hand, he called it a urinary catheter, "It goes through the urethra into the bladder. A procedure done thousands of times every day.". I'm asking, "What, why...?" Not paying the slightest mind to my protest, he held my leather-encased boner in his left fist, the urinary catheter in his right, and beginning with the eyelet-tip end he threaded the catheter through the pee hole at the head of my cock. I'm like, "No... what? .. Mitchell!" It disappeared into my dick like magic... actually it hurt a little but he was apparently quite skilled at this. In all he fed about sixteen inches of tube inside me without any major difficulty. A quick-as-a-flash cursory smile to his patient and then Mitchell applied a bit of suction on the other end of the tubing... pee immediately appeared in the clear plastic tubing . It was amazing the way pee ran out of my body, seemingly on it's own. Mitchell let my pee fill up a specimen bottle and the rest drained into a glass beaker. When the stream of pee ended, he said, "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? Have faith in your Doctor, Andrew". I just stared at the tubing still inside my dick. Mitchell walked into the little lavatory off our exam room and emptied the beaker into the toilet... I watched the door he went through until he reappeared. Back in the examining room he carefully retracted the tube from inside my body, my eyes were wide just thinking about that tubing going all the way into my hard dick and through whatever it is that leads to my bladder.

"Down on the floor again, please. All this movement is intended to get you use to wearing that devise." This time, as I gingerly jumped off the table, those two heavy black balls attached to the leather devise swung from side to side putting a lot of extra pressure on my nuts... I saw stars for a minute there sensing my nuts being pulled lower... my entire scrotum swung from side to side. Mitchell's back was to me so I just bit my lip and dealt with the pain. He turned around, seemingly suppressing a laugh... then, recovering his professional manner he said, "Rest your chest on the exam table, please." I sighed, turned around, and leaned on the table caused the nut-stretching black balls to swing front to back and finally bang against the table, all the time weighing my nuts down... fuck! I gotta think about them when I'm moving around... no quick moves... go slowly! Do everything deliberately, like Mitchell does. Bent over I felt his fingers spreading my buttocks and fingering the lips of my ass. "Mitchell mumbling to himself, "Mmmmm nice." He was doing whatever he wants with me, just like Henry did, but with Mitchell it seems more like we're working together. When I first met Mitchell, I thought Henry was nicer, but now I'm thinking it's the other way around. Mitchell's finger went up my ass, it felt so good I had to stifle a moan of pleasure. He felt around in there, rubbing over my prostate a couple times which made me croak, "Ahh... oh.." then, without commenting on my escaped sounds of pleasure, he pulled his finger out and while wiping it on a unusual looking piece of paper he said, "This is your stool sample I'm wiping on this test paper, it'll tell us if there blood in your stool. Both your prostate lobes feel fine, by the way. You appear to be a very healthy boy." Incongruously, I felt so proud that Mitchell was pleased with my health. I was deep into the "wanting to please my dominant master" mode by now. It was interesting to recognize these phases... they're the same ones I went through with Henry, but I didn't know I was going through phases back then.

"OK, we'll get a sperm sample now" Mitchell says... my eyes open wide in anticipation. Handing me a small container, he says, "Hold this specimen jar at the end of your penis, please". I fumbled the jar out of Mitchell's hand saying, "How... er.. like last time?", standing behind me, he paid no attention to my mumblings. Gripping the leather shaft that encased my boner, Mitchell began stroking it which moved my foreskin up and down about a three inch portion of my six inch shaft. Whoa, it wasn't like my fist on my cock, the leather felt so good rubbing my boner it made me briefly think of Cory's old boyfriend with the leather fetish. That thought was quickly replaced by the great feeling of leather pushing my foreskin over the head of my dick, and then off it, and then on it... after a half dozen strokes I was up on my toes leaning back into Mitchell who held me around my naked belly. Noticing my immediate arousal he stroked the leather sheath faster, then even faster while all the time holding me tightly against himself. I've never felt anything quite like it... the combination of the leather sheath stroking against my penis, the foreskin moving on and off the head of my dripping boner, my balls swinging with the weights attached below, and me in Mitchell's embrace... the pleasure/pain sensations had me blowing saliva in a fine spray between my lips, "Wheoooo"! The pleasure part easily out-did the pain part, actually the pain part seemed to heighten the pleasure part. Just when I thought nothing could feel better, Mitchell took his arm from around my waist and pushed a finger back up my ass. Holy shit! my toes separated, all the skin on my body shivered with goose bumps and I blew a stream of cum into that jar so hard some of it splattered back out onto my wrist. I was making gargling sounds humping back into Mitchell who said nothing, just pumped his finger in and out of my asshole stroking that leather devise until my aching nuts were drained dry, then he breathlessly mumbled, "Ok, back up on the exam table, please." He took a deep breath himself then, adjusted his crotch in the loose fitting scrub pants and said, "Rest on the exam table, please. I need to fill out some forms recording test results etc, and I need to make a few cell phone calls too". He was peeling off the latex gloves as he spoke. I felt slightly dizzy, but was trying to breath normally again. My balls burned and the head of my boner twitched in it's leather sheath, one last small bubble of cum at the pee slit.

After a few seconds leaning against the examination table I felt under control enough to try getting back up on it. Couldn't resist taking a peek at Mitchell's lap where there was a bulge extending his scrub pants, grinning to myself that he's finally sprung a boner. I tried to keep my weighted ball stretcher from swinging when struggling to once again sit on that sheet of tissue paper covering the examination table. By now my cock was down from wood-hard to semi-soft inside the leather sheath, but it still felt wonderful. Both my nuts ached dully, but who cares... that climax I'd just had ranks up there with the hottest ever. It's a momentum thing... it kept building, starting with Mitchell's constant touching and all the brazen invasion of my private parts, all his dominant control and procedures, then the leather sheath jerk-off with him finger fucking me and it all adds to the eventual awesome climax. I smiled to myself laying back on the table thinking, now we're getting someplace. Mitchell had left the room so I closed my eyes and tried to recreate that climax in my head, I was still feeling sensations up and down my cock... that fucking leather feels so good. After a bit, the warm air and quiet solitude had me dozing off, then falling totally asleep and dreaming something about me, Cory and his brother, Tommy. Mitchell had to call to me and then shake my shoulder to wake me. I tried to remember the dream but it floated away. Mitchell said, "That took much longer than I expected but it looks like you've made good use of the time." I'm like, "What? Where? a dream ... oh, I had a nap?" Man I was really out of it when I first woke-up. Looking at the clock on the wall I realized I'd slept for over an hour and a half, no wonder I feel groggy. Looking over at Mitchell I see he's washing his hands vigorously with a bar of soap in a plastic container of water. He sees me staring at him and says, "This is mild Conti Castile soap, Andrew. Creating a soapy solution for your enema." He said this in his usual matter-of-fact manner, now rinsing and drying his hands. I'm laying on the exam table, staring at him with my mouth hanging open. I know what an enema is, generally speaking, although I've never had one. I stuttered, "I.. ah.. if um... that is, if you don't mind Mitchell... I'd rather not do that thing, the enema thing."

Mitchell looked over at me at he was pouring the soapy water into what looked like the old hot water bottle I'd seen in my grandmother's bathroom. He said, "No, don't even think about being troublesome... we're going to do the enema. You'll feel refreshed when you're bowels are cleaned-out." He hung the water bottle above me, it had a tube running from it with an on/off valve near the end. My mind was going a mile a minute... what should I do? I don't want my bowels cleaned-out. I tried to say, "No Mitchell, we're not doing it" but it stuck in my throat. All I could do was squeak, "Ah please... I..." Mitchell was attaching a wide, smooth, plug shaped plastic nozzle to the end of the tubing. He ignored my pleas and in his most professional voice explained that the widest part of the nozzle would insure that it remained inside my rectum as the liquid emptied into my bowels. The nozzle, one inch wide and about six inches long had a quarter inch round opening that Mitchell said would allow for rapid solution release. I was definitely worried, no role playing now. This time, instead of stuttering, I sputtered, "Na ... no, Mitchell I do, don't wan..." His tone of voice was flat as he said, "Turn on your side please, and pull you legs up toward your chest". His voice was calmly authoritative and I complied automatically. This was so out of the ordinary I had no defense for it. Mitchell was on a roll now and it got my dick twitching inside it's leather sheath. On my left side, facing away from Mitchell, I reached down to pull on the leather devise a few times. It had been over two hours since Mitchell milked my nuts dry and spunk was building up in them quickly once more.

Without any hesitation, he inserted that large lubed nozzle past my sphincter muscle and turned the on/off switch to "full flow". I soon felt warmth in my rectum and shortly in my lower belly. I thought, "this feels kinda nice" but that feeling didn't last long. I heard gurgling noises from my intestines and soon I was cramping in my gut. "Mitchell, please... my stomach is cramping." He reached over me and massaged my belly just above my hairless groin area saying, "That's just some air that came in with the soapy water... toughen up a little Andrew, OK?" I mumbled, "I'm trying Mitchell, but it really hurts." He took my hand and held it between both of his. "Sometimes it takes a little suffering to get the ultimate result". I groaned in pain as my belly began distending noticeably. After a bit MItchell held onto my hand with one hand and reached over the other to caress and then tightly massage my distended belly. He murmured, "Oh, that's nice." I went, "Um, I think I'm going to crap myself, Mitchell". Still lightly feeling my growing belly, his breathing raspy now, he mumbled, "Mmmmm, hold your ass closed, tighten your sphincter muscle. Do not let anything out." He brushed the back of his hand down my leather encased cock and then back up over my hairless pubic area to rub my distended belly again... he went, "Mmmmm... so nice with all that soapy water pushing your belly way out... Mmmmm." I was doing what he'd said, squeezing my ass closed with all my might, sweat braking out on my forehead. When I was positive I couldn't take another drop of liquid into my bowels, I heard the sound of gurgling... from the enema bottle this time, the last of the soapy water was leaving the bottle and entering my bowels. A long wet sounding fart escaped my ass and I think Mitchell giggled. Then, trying to sound professional, but coming off sounding aroused he said, "I'm leaving the solution inside you for at least ten more minutes... we want the solution to reach all through the small and the large intestine too...." He lost his voice for a second to make a gasping sound. I wanted to please him, so I groaned and nodded my head "yes". He said, "Ten minutes then..." and left the room. I couldn't move, my stomach felt like there was a bowling ball inside it.

Sweat ran down my face. I thought it was an awful long ten minutes before the door finally opened and in comes Mitchell carrying a large plastic bedpan. Hope! He laid it next to my ass and said, "OK, you can roll over onto the bed pan". When I did he said, "Stop, that's good" and he fiddled with the nozzle a few seconds before he got it out of me, the solution then poured out of my ass splattering the inside of the bedpan... as I adjusted my awkward position totally on top of it, the stream pouring onto the bottom quickly sounding like water pouring on top of water. Clumps of matter plopped in the water splashing wetness up on my buttocks. The relief was enormous and almost worth the cramps... comparative sensations tend to heighten the sensation of the more pleasant one. It felt so wonderful to evacuate that soapy, shitty water. The smell wasn't so wonderful although Mitchell appeared to be enjoying it. His eyes were shiny and there was a perpetual small grin at his mouth as he stared at my ass on top of the bedpan. I wouldn't have been surprised if he applauded. He looked at my ass and the bedpan the whole time I was draining my guts into it. Finally, only dripping pings into the full bedpan. "Roll back over please, Andrew". When I did he put a bunch of soft toilet tissues in my crack and took the bedpan to empty it. I took deep breaths of relief... it did feel good to know all the shit in my body was now gone. That wasn't so bad, I told myself.

Mitchell returned with a new enema bottle that he hurried to put in place, explaining, "This is just warm clear water Andrew, we need to clean out the soapy residue from your bowels". I groaned and then sighed with resignation as Mitchell pushed that fat nozzle up my ass again. Only half the volume for the clear water. When the clear water drained out with some faint color, Mitchell inspected it closely and declared, "We'll need another hot-water bottle of clear water", so we did it again. I know I detected a smile when he realized he'd get to do it again. After that second clear water application I was feeling good and didn't mind the smile. Mitchell gets turned-on from giving enemas apparently. I guess it does have serious dominant overtures. Satisfied I'd been cleaned out properly, Mitchell handed me more toilet paper saying, "Wipe your rectum very well, please... it's still dripping". Mitchell was all business again, playing the part of a mature doctor doing real necessary medical procedures, instead of satisfying his fetish which was what he'd been doing. Recalling the various moods Mitchell displayed tonight, from sternly pompous to sweet and caring, I thought of Henry and the different persona he'd adapt depending on his objective. There are similarities, but Mitchell is much smarter and consequently is dominant in more elevated venues than Eagle Scout Henry Black ever dreamed of. Henry would do something inane like making me wear his Cub Scout uniform. Mitchell said, over his shoulder as he was leaving the room, "Don't get dressed yet, come across the corridor and join me in the office when you're sure you've drained your bowels entirely, we don't want water dripping all over the place." Changing the damp wad of toilet paper I'd been sitting on for a dry wad, I thought... "I'm actually feeling excellent after that enema. Just the thought of being totally cleaned-out inside... no pee pee and no doo-doo in this boy's body... it's a weird feeling. Bet my ass has never been this clean before, how many quarts of warm water drained through there anyway....

Naked, I open the door and check the corridor in both direction... then carefully stepped across to the office, my weighted balls swinging ominously. Opening the office door I see Mitchell at a small desk typing on a well used computer. "Don't sit down, Andrew, I'll be right with you." In a minute, Mitchell stands and says, "Good... hands clasped behind you". He was using a very authoritative voice now, "Over here" he said pointing to a spot in front of the desk. The crotch of his scrub pants was still poking out a little. I shuffled over and he kneeled down to unhooked the two weighted balls from the nut-stretching. "OK, let me undo the clasp on that leather sheath". He took that off first and then the ball stretcher. "Hmmm, very nice. I can see the difference already". Oh my God, it felt so awesome to get that weight off my nuts. Mitchell was fascinated with my scrotum. "It's longer by at least a half inch and it's not quickly retreating to it's original size either." I said nothing as he played with my balls, they were feeling so wonderful now that they were free of their burden... they felt hardier, stronger. I felt good all over actually, from my back to my front, my toes to my head. I loved the feel of the air on my shaved groin. Looking down at Mitchell's face so close to my cock I though, for the second time tonight, "put it in your mouth, please!". He didn't do it this time either. "OK, turn around, bend over with your hands on your knees. When I say to 'get in position', this is the position I want you in." I thought, "Ah ha, it's not over yet... good".. When I was in position he pulled my buttocks apart and felt for drippings. "Good. Stand up and clasp your hands behind your back, always stand like that". I got in that position and he began rubbing his hands through my hair roughly, saying "I like that hair of yours. How do you feel?" I told him how great I felt and then I thanked him for the physical.

Without acknowledging my gratitude he began looking me over from head to toe, then walking behind me he said, "I've made an exception in your case because you have a quality that's difficult to articulate... there's something about you that intrigues me. I rarely find myself attracted to submissive boys, but you... I don't know. Usually I like older more confident man to dominant... you're much too easy, but still there's something there, so even though I'm late tonight, I'll give you a dose of what you're looking for". I go, "Huh, what do ya mean...?" Mitchell grabbed behind my neck and pulled my head down, "Hands back on your knees" so I unclasped my hands, and bending over put them on my knees. Mitchell, with one hand holding behind my neck, spanked my ass fast with with his bare hand, alternating buttocks... he kept it up for about a minute, my ass was really stinging, the top of my head bumping into the front of the desk with each smack. It took me so much by surprise I didn't even think to complain. Mitchell took a break, breathing a little hard. He walked around in front of me saying, "Stay just like that, keep your hands on your knees at all time and keep your submissive head low till I tell you otherwise". He smacked the back of my head with one hand as he pulled the elastic waistband of his scrub pants down to his thighs with the other. My eyes at the top of their sockets, got a glimpse of his sex package live-and-in-person for the first time. An impressive uncut cock over six inches long in it's semi-firm condition, and quite a chubby fellow it was too. Unnaturally low hanging nuts, so Mitchell must have followed his own medical advise and had that testicle stretcher attached to his scrotum quite a bit himself. His groin area was just as baby smooth as he'd made mine... not a pubic hair in sight. He stroked his cock a few times, muttered, "Open wide, keep your teeth covered or I swear your ass will be cherry red" then he mumbled, " Here, suck this big cock, Mr. twenty-year-old". He pinched the hairs at the front of my head pulling my head up some, I opened my mouth and in slid his cock. It was a big cock alright, but really nice looking, just like Mitchell. Nice flesh color, slightly pink but very clean looking. It went with the face and body of this exceptional, one in a million, kid. The low hanging balls didn't strike me as being particularly sexy, but neither did they detract from Mitchell's overall desirability. The hairless look was attractive too... I sucked his cock feeling it grow inside my mouth. Holy shit, it gets bigger! It tasted fine and his crotch smelled just like the rest of him... vintage teenage boy, really nice. In fact, I did a big inhale with my nose only a couple inches from his groin. I would have preferred having my arms around his thighs or waist, but he insisted I stay bent over, my hands on my knees. Mmmm, I was really getting into sucking his cock when he pulled it out of my mouth and wiped it all over my face spreading my own saliva everywhere. He smacked my face with his fairly hard cock and then stepped along side me, put an arm over by back and gripped my side. Holding me in place that way he smacked my ass until I was going, "No Mitchell, no... that's too much". I had a hand back there now trying to absorb some of the smacks.

Mitchell, stood up breathing hard, "Put your hand back on your knee right now!" I did, looking over at him with pleading eyes, damn grateful he'd stopped spanking me. His cock was a full blown boner now and looked huge to me. Seemed like his nuts had swollen some too. He took my head between both his hands and leaned in close to my face, "I love doing this.. you're surprisingly hot for a submissive boy." He mussed my hair again and ran his hand over my face saying, "You're no challenge, but you're OK just the same" Then he smacked the back of my head, harder this time, and said, "Suck my cock some more". I can't tell you how hard my dick was, I sucked Mitchell's cock thinking how fabulous he is. His very dominant behavior was in full bloom and along with that came his need to humiliate me a bit... Henry was always humiliating me. This kind of super dominant behavior really made me bond with him and I felt proud Mitchell was making an exception for me. I felt about Mitchell like I once felt about Henry... he was my hero. I felt I was inferior to him, so I idolized him. It's the way I begin thinking when around a super-dominant boy. Mitchell apparently can turn it on and off as he pleases and right now he's got it turned-up pretty high. Backing away from me and pulling his boner out between my lips, he put all four fingers of his right hand in my mouth saying, "Get them covered with spit, it's the only lube we'll be using tonight." I slobbered spit on his fingers and he casually pushed some spit up my ass, first with the index and middle fingers together, then the ring and little fingers. And, right back in my mouth with all four of them, saying, "More saliva". I slobbered more spit on his fingers and the spit was pushed inside my hole again. The fingers pulled out of me as I felt Mitchell drool a long glob of his own saliva on my butocks and "Smack" "Smack" "Smack" "Smack" he spanked my ass right where the saliva had drooled. I go, "Ow!" "Ow!" "Ow!" "Ow!"... immediately following the last wet slap on my ass, Mitchell rams his fat boner way up my ass pushing my head against the front of the desk, Bang!. His fat boner went inside me about four inches and from there it was a steady push till his low hanging nuts swung and hit the back of my left thigh. During the insertion I was going, "Ahhhgggggg" and when he stopped I yelled, "That fucking hurts!!!" and for my trouble I get, "Smack" "Smack" "Smack", three more smacks on my stinging red ass and then I didn't feel the hurt in my hole so much. Slow withdrawal of his boner, which had grown inside me as he was spanking me... he withdrew that fat cock till just the swollen head was up against my sphincter ring, then he shoved it all the way back up and "Smack" "Smack". Another hump in and out, then in and out again, and as my tunnel expanded to accept the heft of that boner it began feeling mighty nice back there. I heard myself say, "Oooooh". Mitchell puts both arms under my belly and pulled me up till my back was against his chest, "Bend your legs a little, your taller than me". I bent my knees a little and snuggled back into Mitchell... his body felt so good, he was such a sexy boy. My boner was at a rare level of hardness... straight out from my groin and it looked longer without pubic hairs... drip, drip, drip went the precum. Oh my God does this feel good.

He humped me with both of us standing, humped me with quick four inch jabs that had me making a breathy, "Yooo" sound with each hump. I felt his short breaths on the side of my face, his breath smelled so fresh, everything about Mitchell is special. It was feeling so good in my hole, then he pulls out of me, grabs my head in both hands pulling my head down, turning me around at the same time... his wet, sloppy boner smacks my face as he grunts out, "Suck it, suck my cock!" and I fumbled it into my mouth and lick and sucked the length of it. "Suck the head!" which I did as he smacks my ass some more, then pulls his boner away, twists me around and rams his boner back up inside me to fuck me very fast for about a minute, me going, "Whaaa, Ahhhh... ohhh, thats so good... ohhh". Getting fucked with some spanking mixed-in is the sexiest thing ever, Cory does it all the time to me. Mitchell was fucking me with me bent over again, my hands on my knees... he smacked my ass in between humps grunting out, "Keep that submissive head of yours down and don't look back at me". He gave me a couple of smacks to emphasize that and now I'm going "Ow" after each smack. Breathing hard Mitchell stopped again, pulled his boner out and with both hands he began massages my buttocks quickly eliminating the stinging, then he pulled each buttocks away from my hole stretching my hole wider and just as it was hurting he rammed his fat boner back up to rapidly fuck my hole some more. By now Mitchell is doing a quiet chant of "yeah, yeah, yeah..." with each thrust he goes, "yeah..."! I'm about to blow my load when Mitchell pulls out and again twirls me around and pushes his wet cock in my mouth. I sucked it for all I was worth while stroking my flagpole-hard boner. Mitchell pulls out of my mouth and with a hand at the back of my neck turned me around, saying, "Down on all fours!" Dropping to my hands and knees Mitchell spanked my ass a half dozen times bringing back the rosy red glow and the stinging to both buttocks. I just grunted as he snapped out, "Get your hole up" followed by another smack, this time I yelled, "OW! God Damnit!" Then, in went Mitchell's fat boner and I sighed a long, "Ahhhhhhh.... ohhh, yeah, Mitchell fuck me..." Big deep thrusts had me pushing my ass back toward him and upward. Shifting his position, his feet were next to my knees now, he drove his cock into my asshole with the entire shaft passing over my prostate almost dragging it along with each penetration of that swollen rosy red cock head... it had me going, "eeeee" with each long thrust. I was jumping on my hands and knees and it was almost like Mitchell was riding his big dog, giving Rover the fuck of his life. "Keep that submissive head of yours down" I lowered my head and he goes, "Lower.." my head was almost touching the floor as Mitchell continued his dominant fuck. It was the best fuck I've ever had, ecstasy in a fog of pleasure.

The doggie style fuck lasted only a minute... it was too hot to last longer. I felt the climax coming on at the speed of light. The sperm flew up from my nuts and roared out of my boner with me literally yelling, "Yaaaaaaaaaa" with the first hard cum stream spewing out in a straight string of spunk splattering off my low hanging neck, then another yell "Yaaaa" as another shorter stream shot out but couldn't make the distance to my head, gravity took over dropping it to the office floor, then droolings that felt as good as a normal climax... it was as if lightning had struck my cock and then the best feeling I've ever experience followed. After the great sensation of that last drool of cum I turned my attention to my asshole again where Mitchell continued slamming his huge boner up inside it. I was into that whimpering stage with my body convulsing and millions of shivers happening on my skin all at once, and all over me... my toes spread wide and my head shook like I was being electrocuted. It all felt other-worldly, but awesomely good... fabulous sensations! ... and then I felt Mitchell climax inside me and I swear I felt that first spurt against my cleaned-out bowels. In a muffled, strained manner, Mitchell mutters, "Oh fuck!! Oh my God...." It was a sloppy hole I had after that, lots of cum rolling down the back of my legs as he shot it in me and then pulled it out retracting his big boner for another shove back up there. I went through another series of shudders, my shoulders shaking and my legs twitching. Mitchell pulled out fairly quickly after his climax, initially taking in a long inhale of air followed by, "Get around here, Andrew. Suck my cock clean"... He was breathing heavy and a quick peek at his face showed that Mitchell gets excited at climax like everybody else. He had a bright red spot on each cheek and sweat from his forehead dripped into his eyes, which shined with pleasure... he was beautiful, that's the only word for it, beautiful. I sucked his cum covered cock slowly, getting every drop of his sperm and whatever else was there from my asshole. His dick was still quite firm but not hard, great mouthful of cock if you're into cock-sucking like I am. Mitchell finally had to say, "OK, enough... That's enough." He pinched some of my hair again, trying to pull my head away from his cock. I'd been on my knees, so when he pulled his cock out of my mouth I sat back on my heels ready to do whatever he told me to, cum drooling out of my ass onto my ankles, cum at both corners of my lips. I looked at Mitchell with big eyes because he's my new hero, my best thrill ride hero ever.

Mitchell mutters, "Get up and come over here", I staggered up as Mitchell took something out of a box, "Assume your position!" and I immediately bent over with my hands on my knees. With Henry it had been the "attention" position, with Mitchell, this one. He was behind me spreading my buttocks apart with the fingers of one hand and inserting something up my rectum with the other. "There's a great deal of my ejaculation in your bowels, it'll be drooling slowly out for an hour or more and I just don't have the time so I've inserted a Tampax, Tampon with heavy absorbency capabilities. Leave it in for at least a hour to avoid embarrassing emission staining the back of your shorts. He gave my ass a smack and said, "OK, it's in. Now I want you to get dressed and then right back over here. Hurry, I'm running very late. That fucking phone call screwed me up time-wise." I stood up quickly and felt my backside. It felt odd as hell having that Tampon up my hole. "Get moving, Andrew. I just told you I'm late." I hustled across the corridor to the examination room and got dressed as fast as I could. I thought about having that thing up my ass and how it was making me walk funny.

Back over to Mitchell's office he says, "Sit here" and when I did he wiped my left earlobe with a gauze square saturated with disinfectant. "I mark my boys with an earring hoop, Andrew." I'm like, "A earring, I don't..." I stopped to scream, "OW!!" as Mitchell stuck a fat needle through my ear lobe and threaded a little round earring loop in through the cut, blood pouring around the earring and Mitchell's latex fingers. He got a larger gauze square and wiped the blood, then another one quickly to squeeze the cut, it hurt with the earring pushing against it. "Hold this here until the blood clots. It'll stop bleeding shortly". He took off his latex gloves and sat at his desk. "All my boys get the earring. I started doing this....." He was still talking but all I could think of was that bully Boo. During our fight his hair was pulled back and he was wearing this exact earring. Mitchell dominating Boo?... oh shit, that is so cool! What a picture, little baby-faced, seventeen year old Mitchell dominating that tall heavyweight, twenty-six year old loud mouth bully! Hot shit! Then I hear Mitchell again, ".....it's up to you." He'd been saying something I missed, but I thought it best not to confess to that... another spanking is the last thing I need. Mitchell continued in his lecturing manner, "If you take the earring off, then you're not one of my boys which is fine too, but that means we won't have another session together, that's all. It's up to you, like I've just explained." I nodded my head and then raised my hand thinking to myself, why did you raise your hand you geek, you're not in third grade!... Mitchell goes, "You want to say something, Andrew?" and I go, "Ahh, oh yeah, I don't want to take the earring off, Mitchell, I want to be one of your boys." He smiled his beautiful, mostly unused smile and patted my hand saying, "I'm flattered, but not surprised you'd say that. Yes, well... I had to cut short our little sexual escapades tonight because that phone call made me late for my studies. I only require four hours sleep a night which allows me to handle the full time job and medical school, and I still have a little time left over for my sexual outlet, which is also my hobby... multi-tasking you might say." I go, "Huh?" Mitchell gives me a puzzled look and finishes his thought, "You've helped me with my hobby tonight, Andrew. It was a good outlet for me and obviously a very hot sexual experience for you." All I could think about was... he's just said he'd cut this sexual escapades short? The greatest fuck I've ever had was a shortened version of the real thing....? You got to be shitting me.

Mitchell went on to quickly mention there are a number of guys he considers his "boys", two of whom were in their thirties, business managers, but submissive "boys" when it came to Mitchell. He claimed to be an all natural fucker which meant "no condoms". Therefore, all his boys must be HIV tested regularly. Last thing, before sending me home, he had a question, "You had a boy with you one day at The Dump. Was that your boyfriend-roommate?" I told him it was and he goes, "I've had two of my "boys" drop out recently, one flunked out of college and an older fellow needed to relocate because his wife got transferred with her job. You filled one spot, bring your roommate over to The Dump and I'll take the samples I need to see if he qualifies to be one of my "boys"... I like that boy's looks and since you've worked out so well, I'll take a chance on him too." I gulped and groped my balls thinking about Cory with Mitchell. "Ah, can I watch?" was my first thought, but what I actually said was, "Sure, Mitchell... what day?" He said, "I'll get back to you and now I need to send you on your way. I've got five hours of study ahead of me." I stood-up and hesitated, not knowing how to say "see ya later", or whatever. He patted my shoulder and said, "Run along not Andrew, you were very interesting and will make a nice footnote for the thesis I'm writing on the topic of submissive/dominant behavior. Go ahead now..." I waved and walking backward out of his office mumbling, "Thank you, Mitchell... that was the best time ever.." He did a small smile and made that shooing away motion with the back of his fingers... not in a mean way. I stubbled out the doorway closing his office door as I went. My whole body felt fantastic... I was truly sexually satisfied. What a fucking sexual thrill ride that was, and he's telling me it was the quickie version... WOW!

Out in my pickup I lit up a cigarette remembering he'd said something about me being a footnote for something... hmmmm? Ah fuck it, who cares... that was hot!. Hadn't even thought about a cigarette the whole time I was with that super hot dominant Mitchell. I feel fantastic, my whole body feels new. And ya know, that goddamn enema has the psychological affect of making me feel new inside too, somehow. All totally cleaned-out, except for a goodly portion of Mitchell's spunk that's still dripping onto that tampon... yeah, clean and new, except for that. Another thing that's exhilarating and fantastic at the same time... as hot as it was with Mitchell, I could never do that on a regular basis. Day in, day out, I much prefer Cory's form of dominance... his dominance-light, as he put it. There's that undeniable "thrill ride" aspect to Mitchell, absolutely! and Cory can't match that aspect of things, but Cory has something that Mitchell can't touch! Ya know what it is? It's love, baby! Cory gives me love with his sex. Oh my God, I can't wait to hug Cory... I can't wait to tell him all about this. But I don't want to ruin the experience for him by telling him too much... that'd be like telling someone the ending to a movie they wanted to see. I gotta tell him some of it though, to get him interested. Man, it's so weird that Mitchell's fabulous fuck makes me appreciate Cory's kind of sex better. I'll bet you anything that Cory says the same thing about me after Mitchell's done the sexy hot thrill ride on him. We're in love dude, Cory and me, and that's what makes me yearn for Cory's fucks and for Cory's form of dominance... it's a loving dominance, and now I know the difference.

Of course, I knew before tonight that I wouldn't want the thrill ride every night anyway, or even every week... Cory and I agreed on that some time ago... around the time we began having fun fantasizing about Henry. We both were pretty sure about it way back then, now I'm positive. The way Cory and I have grown together, the way we adjusted to fit each other's needs... that's been the real miracle for me. The thrill rides, like I always say, aren't real anyway... they're meant to seem dangerous, but they're ultimately safe or they wouldn't exits very long... same with these wild sexual rides. We don't go to Space Mountain but maybe twice a year, love the thrill rides at those times, but that's all I need of that... two, maybe three times a year. Mitchell told me he's hardly ever available anyway. He told me he has an incredibly tight schedule, he said maybe I'd be "up", meaning it'd be my turn again, in three to four months. That's perfect if ya ask me. Wouldn't it be hot if Cory and I could go on a Mitchell thrill ride together!!! I'm going to work up the courage to ask Mitchell if we can... God he's so hot!... gotta admit that. And did I just say I'm sexually satisfied? That's funny because the closer I'm getting to the dorm, the stronger my desire is for Cory and that's a thrilling development right there.

Ya know, before I admitted my true sexual nature I always thought of myself as the most average of guys, but once I realized I was gay the lights went on and my life finally took off. Guys think I'm cute and hot now and my life is anything but average or routine. I got the best boyfriend ever and we do sex together that anyone would be jealous of... or they should be. Cory isn't the only one that's had a transformation... me too, and we're totally good for each other. Parking the pickup back at college I was wicked anxious to see Cory... so anxious I didn't watch where I was going and almost ran my pickup truck into that little Mini Cooper convertible that a wicked cute kid parked here yesterday, he's visiting a friend in the next dorm. I jump out of the pickup and start jogging because I need to see my boyfriend, isn't that strange. I need him to reassure me everything's OK, reassure me that I'm thinking about all this in exactly the correct way.

We're in love and I don't want to do anything that might mess with that. Jeez, ain't that a sweet sentiment and ain't it enough to make you want to barf ! HA! Too bad, that's the way it is with the two of us. And lucky me, I can have all the Cory fucks I want and still go on a thrill ride once in a while... it's perfect. Well, what will be perfect is for Cory to agree with me, I guess you could say I'm anxious for him to say it's OK. Once he's experienced the Mitchell thrill ride, he and I can compare notes just like we do with every other thrill ride we've ever been on.

The light was on in our room and there's Cory at the window, he was cupping his hands at the sides of his eyes looking outside... for me, I'll bet. Waving at the window to no avail, he's looking at the parking lot and I'm on the sidewalk in front of our dormitory... if he looked out the window a minute sooner he'd have seen me pull in. Up the steps I flew, down the corridor saying "Sup?" to four gay boys playing cards at this late hour. I stopped abruptly in front of our dorm door to catch my breath. My heart was beating fast, my earlobe seemed to be stinging in time with my heartbeat. I reached up and felt my earring loop, hoping Cory will like it. Opening the door and Cory looks around quickly and says, "Andrew! Where ya been, I was worried, dude. You couldn't possibly have been at Mitchell's all this time... could ya? Hey, love that earring!" I walked right up to him and wrapped my arms around Cory's neck, saying nothing, and kissed him all over his face with quick little kisses, then mumbled, with a tear in my eye "I love you so much Cory, I can't get enough of you". He was like, "Hey, what's this all about....?" Closing my mouths over his we did the most romantic slow kissing ever. One thing led to another and both of us were soon naked in my bed with our arms around each other. Cory was squeezing my ass until he stopped to breathlessly asked, "What the fuck is that thing in your asshole...?" I was breathless too, I said, "Oh yeah, that... Cory, when was the last time you had a complete physical exam...?" He goes, "OK, dude! Did it rock? Tell me every single detail.............."

The end.....

Epilogue

Soon enough Cory got his chance on the Mitchell thrill ride. Months later they went on the ride together and that was even better, but they loved having sex with each other oh so much more. Still, they're both hooked on thrill rides so two or three times a year throughout the remaining of their time at college they'd get the urge and submissively asked, "Mitchell, please, can you fit us in...." Ha ha ha, what a blast they had. And, a couple other times a year they went on the Disney World type thrill rides too... it was a shared BLAST in both cases and they had a great time discussing both experiences. They made fun of themselves for getting so excited about the amusement rides as well as making fun of themselves for getting sexually aroused by the sexual thrill "ride", and they made fun of each other for allowing themselves to be so dominated by the smaller, younger Mitchell too... but then when the urge was on them, they did it all over again.

Mitchell's ride varied, he didn't always do the same procedures, although he always included certain procedures such as cleaning out the bladder and bowels and always removing any hair below the belly button and above the thighs. He also always spanked the boys... then he always, always, did his elaborate version of fucky/sucky, Both boys ended-up with stretched testicles and Mitchell's minor fetish for bondage resulted in the boys also getting their asses tied up once in awhile too, but they were never hurt too badly... just got the shit scared out of them. There were a few water works and dildo games as well as some sexy maneuvers the boys didn't remember the name of. Mitchell proved to be a very inventive boy genius who certainly does like his sexy dominant fun and games. With his studies in medical school and his full time job the boy genius needs his relaxation time more than most.

So, yeah... Andrew and Cory took the thrill rides occasionally, but mostly they enjoyed each other, they loved being in love. Cory was the dominant figure in their sex life, although he wasn't too dominant... and Andrew was the submissive boy, although not too submissive. They were a perfect couple, two happy gay boys who fit together like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, having sex, loving life, and doing harm to absolutely no one.

the end Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com