BOISE BOY
HIS FIRST WEEKEND IN LA
by MANFUN
FOR DOUG!!
There it was on the screen, in living color:
PSL MSG# 11271 12/01/89 10:43
FROM: TIED1 KYLE
TO: X417Y KEITH
SMRY: Sorry SIR!!!!
I can't make it this weekend, there was a major disk
crash, and I have to work this weekend. Sorry SIR!
I really needed to be with you, to serve you, SIR!
To sleep bound at the foot of your bed, SIR! I beg
you forgive me, SIR! I will call soon, SIR!
I had been looking forward to this weekend for weeks. The few times we had been together, Kyle had always had to go home, he lived 100 miles away and had to get up early for work the next day. The computer had brought us together now it was keeping us apart.
The rest of the day was a bitch. I think I yelled at everyone in the department about something or another, the least little thing would set me off. Since my weekend plans had been shot to hell by the disk crash, I decided to fix myself dinner and stay home and watch some videos. I went to Vons on the way home from work, I was standing trying to decide what veggie's to have with the nice thick, juicy steak I had just picked up, when I was run over by a shopping cart filled to the brim. The culprit of this hideous crime stood about 5'11" with a moustache, brown hair with a cute cowlick, and was dressed just like he had walked out of a GQ layout. His name was Josh, and this was his first weekend in LA. He had just been transfer from Boise, to his company's LA office, and the movers had just brought his stuff yesterday, two days late, and he didn't know anyone in LA, and, and, and, and. All this came out in between his apology for looking where he was going and running into me with his cart. Looking into his brown eyes, you could see the loneness, "new kid in town and not knowing were to go or what to do!!"
We stood there and talked for about ten minutes when he asked if I wanted to come to his place for a drink, to make up for running into me. His voice was also saying please, I need someone to talk to, cause I am alone and need a friend for this evening. Since I didn't have anything to do this evening I said yes, Josh seemed like a really nice guy and an evening of good conversation would be fun.
His apartment was one of the new high rises near the park. There were boxes everywhere, some half unpacked, others stacked upon each other, the furniture was somewhat in place. He fixed us drinks and turned on the stereo in his entertainment center. Josh went into the kitchen and started to unpack the groceries which he had brought. I noticed when we were checking out he had gotten three large cans of Crisco, along with all the other stuff, flour, sugar, spices, etc. It was baking season so I really didn't think much of it, my roommate had pick up some extra the other day, his never got out of the kitchen.
Josh keep talking the whole time he was unpacking the groceries, I heard all about his high school day, the time and trouble of Boise and his move to LA, mile by mile. He was finally finished putting everything away, with just two rearrangements of what was going where, and excused himself to change. In three minutes he was back in a pair of cutoffs and a skin tight t-shirt. That three piece suit he had been wearing could hide a great hairy hunk of man. My interest was pecked at that point but he seemed so innocent, just a country boy in the big city for the first time.
Those cutoffs were very nicely packed. He sat down across from me on the couch with his legs spread, I could see just a hint of his ball sack trying to get out of his leg pants leg.
Josh asked if I wanted to smoke a joint, he had some which he had grown in Boise. He claimed it wasn't very good, just okay. Josh rolled a few joints and fired one up. The first toke hit me like a ton of bricks, if this stuff was just okay I did want to find out what he called great. We sat there and got high off the pot and booze, listen to the music with Josh going on and on about Boise. Josh asked if I wanted to stay for dinner, what the hell I was high and enjoying being with Josh, if it was only for conversation.
Josh went into the kitchen only to come right back out, it seems that boxes in the kitchen didn't have the kitchen stuff in them. Like most guys, he hadn't marked the boxes with what he had put in them, so it was and search and find mission. Being high didn't help either of us. We went through all the ones in the living room with no luck, we headed for the bedroom. The first box we opened was pay dirt, Josh took it into the kitchen. I opened the one under it and pulled out the newspaper packing.....No kitchen stuff ....BUT...just then Josh came back....he turned twelve shades of red, with a few color in between. It seems that I had found the Pleasure Chest Annex, which held his toys. Josh stood there and stated to stammer...I let him stew...it seems that this weekend might just be a good one after all......
We went back into the living room and Josh lit another joint, he was quite, I looked at him squarely in the eye and said in deep voice "OK, boy, give!" Josh just looked down at the floor, his voice as he started to speak cracked....."You weren't suppose to see that stuff, you can leave now if you want too." Josh was confused I had found out one of his secrets, one that he thought no one else shared. I walked over to him and grabbed him, lifting him up and kissed him, hitting him on the ass at the same time. Josh's brown eyes got big and a smile replaced his confused look.
"ok, boy now give!" It seems that they do more in Boise then just count potatoes. Josh had meet Dan years ago when he was still in college and Dan had trained him real well since there wasn't much to do on those cold winner nights. Josh lit up as he talked about those winner nights, the more he talked the bigger the bulge got in his cutoffs. Josh was starting to get his confidence back, something I didn't want to happen, I wanted him off balance -- "Get me a drink, boy" my voice was forceful, with just a hint of more to come. Josh reponed without hesitation, "Yes, SIR" and rose. He returned with the drink -- "strip, boy" Josh pulled his t-shirt off and unbuttoned his cutoffs dropping them to the floor. His chest was covered with about a three weeks growth of brown hair that tapered down to a fine line below his navel, the thatch of hair above his cock was also fairly new.
"on your knees, boy" I said in a harsh voice.
"yes, Sir"
"You ran into me intentionally, boy, didn't you, boy"
"No Sir, I didn't, Sir, really, Sir". Josh had been will trained.
"I think you did, boy, you have been playing with me, boy, haven't you?"
"No, Sir, I was looking were I was going, Sir, please, Sir, I am sorry."
"Get your ass over my knees boy, I'll teach you to run into guys in the grocery store!!!"
When Josh stood up, I could see little tremors shake his body -- his cock was hard and tight against his belly. As he got close I grabbed that hard 6" and squeezed it, "Get rid of that hard on boy, you don't deserve it!!!"
"Sorry, Sir."
I pulled Josh ruffly over my jean covered lap -- his butt was covered with a new growth of hair, also. My first hit on his ass was hard and stung -- my hand print appeared within seconds. "Thank you, SIR!!" was Josh response as the second blow hit him. I keep up a steady rain of blows on his ass until my hand started to sting. I had seen soon paddles and whips in his toy boy, so I told him to go get them. Josh jumped up and came back with two mean looking paddles and a small whip with about twenty leather throngs attached to the end. He laid them on the couch next to me and was over my knees again.
His cock was harder then before. I picked one of the paddles and continued to paddle that ass. It had turned a bright red long ago, but Josh keep pushing his ass up to meet my blows. Josh started to whimper, his thank you's got more and more hesitant -- Each time I hit his ass, Josh's toes curled tighter and tighter, the tendons in his legs became more and more pronounced. You could see him trying to get control of himself without much success. He finally spoke in gasps between the blows on his ass.
Please.....,SIR.....,you are going.....to make
me....cum.....Sir,....I haven't....cum all....
week......Sir!!!!"
My jeans were already damp inside and out -- inside from all the precum I had been leaking since I put him over my knees and outside from Josh. I knew I had this boy now. "You best not cum boy!!" I said as I hit his ass harder then before --- that was all it took, his body stiffen he stoke from head to his curled toes. Spasm after spasm ran thru his body as his cum erupted from his body, after each spasm that poured his man juice from his balls , I would hit his ass again, this made him shot even harder.
Josh laid over my lap panting -- "You best suck your cum out of my jeans boy!!!" He was on his knees with his mouth on the wet spot his cum had left on my jeans.
"Okay, boy, where is that fucking dinner, you promised me and while you are at it boy, get a fire going in the fire place, this is going to be a long weekend"
Josh got the fire going faster then a boy scout. He knew all the little tricks and before long there was a blazing fire in the fireplace. He gabbed a bag and took into the kitchen with him. I sat in the glow of the fire with the music just right and thought about how things have a way of taking care of themselves. About 15 minutes late Josh came back into the living room with a plate of goodies, not real fancy but just enough to keep a hungry man satisfied. He had also brought a big bowl of wet wood chips which he put on the fire. The room was filled with the smell of pine, apple and a hint of cedar. The great outdoors right here in LA. Josh sat down on the floor at my feet very gingerly. His ass I know was sore and very, very tender. He rested his head against my still damp jeans, say that dinner would be ready in about 30 minutes. We sat there not say much, just enjoying being with each other. Josh got up and when back to the kitchen.
"Dinner is ready, Sir."
I got up and climbed over a few boxes to get into his dinning room. Where he got the candles and linen, when he could find his kitchen stuff is still a mystery. But there was only one place setting. I looked at him .... not saying a word....
"I was never allowed to eat with my Master, Sir." were his words as he bowed his head.
"Get a fucking plate, boy, and sit down, your first dinner guest will not eat alone, boy!!!"
It did take him long to get his plate and sit down, gingerly. Dinner was fairly simple, chicken with some kind of sauce, rice and green beans, with an excellent wine. But surprising good. Josh was full of questions about LA and the bars, restaurants, were to go and what to wear. What to do and what not. I found out a lot more about him, and the relationship he had in Boise. He really didn't want to move to LA, he was happy in Boise but if he was to move up in the company this was the only way to go. He got us some brandy to go with the coffee and we went into the living room by the fire. The glow from the fire made him look even more innocent. The evening was young so I asked if he wanted to visit some of the bars. His face lit up, only to fall just as fast.
"Are you going to come back here with me, Sir?"
"of course, boy, we have just started!!"
His face lit up even brighter. Josh went to get dressed, after asking what he should wear. When he came back in his 501's, plaid shirt, boots and carry his leather jacket, he handed me a leather collar....."I used to wear this all the time in Boise when I went out....do you want me to wear it, SIR???" I took the collar and put it around his neck, locking in place. That lost look Josh had in the grocery store was gone. We headed out for the Gauntlet.
We had been in the bar a few minutes, Josh was looking everywhere, it seems that Boise didn't have any bars like this, when I was grabbed from behind in a bear hug....."When in the fuck have you been all evening...I have been calling you!!!!" I knew that voice, I should have I lived with him for four years. TR stood there, looking just as good as I remembered.
"I see you've got yourself another little boy."
"No, I just meet Josh, this evening in the grocery store."
"And you have him collared already."
"Shut up, boytoy, or you will some of what you use to get, only double!"
TR took a second or two to think about what I said, smiled saying "YES, SIR!!!"
I introduced Josh and TR. They took to each other like ducks to water. They were both about the same age and up and coming in their jobs. Both had to move to move up the corporate ladder. I stood there while the two of them talked their heads off. Smiling all the time. It was good to see TR again, I could tell by his manner that he had grown quite a bit. I went to the bathroom and when I came back both Josh and TR had a look on their faces. TR hadn't changed he was up to mischief. Josh was the first to speak, "I asked TR if he wanted to come back with us, if that is okay with you, Sir?" I thought for a moment, this could be real interesting, but I knew I had to get the upper hand real fast. TR was a total man now, not a boytoy, to be played with at will. I turned to him, "Tony, are you going to behave, boy?"
"Yes, Sir, you know I will always be YOUR boytoy!!!"
The words were music to my ears. We left the bar and headed back to Josh's apartment. The fire had burned down some so Josh added more wood to the fire, and got us all drinks. Both he and TR sat on the floor. The fire was making the room real warm and clothing was becoming a liability. I didn't need words for TR, a look was all he needed, he stood up and stated to strip. Josh followed suit.
I grabbed the nude TR and turned him over my knee for a few good swats. That was all it took to get his cock to stand up. TR stood up and I told Josh to suck his cock. Josh went after it with gusto. "No too much boy, this is going to be a long evening".
I stood behind TR and pinched his tit as Josh was sucking his cock, my own cock was shove up the crack of TR's ass. TR was pushing back trying to devour my cock with his talented ass hole. I pulled back.
"You boys have just too much hair on your bodies"
I had seen the straight razor case in Josh's toy box, I told him to get it. Josh got it along with an old razor strap. I had seen on of them since my father had last used it on my butt. The razor had a pearl handle, that was turning yellow. I was sure that it had been used for years. I handed the razor to TR and said, "OKAY, boy, show me what you have learned or remember" Josh's cock was hard just at the sight of the razor. TR started with his chest and slowly cut the hair from his body. Each stoke took more and more hair from his body. TR shave around Josh's tits making his chest smooth. As he started down his chest, I had him stop and took the razor to TR. My first swipe cut through his pubes, after a few moments TR was dripping as much as Josh now. Both of them were on the edge...I stopped with TR and turned to Josh...just as he was getting close I went back to TR. When I wasn't shaving one or the other, I had them on their knees sucking my cock and balls.
By the time I had finished with both of them the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife....both boys and myself were on the edge....I grabbed their smooth cock and balls....that was all it took ....Josh shot all over TR, with TR returning the favor...with both of them shooting their loads....my cock erupted and joined them.