Geoffs Point of View

GEOFF'S POINT OF VIEW Chapter 2

by Donny Mumford

After parking in back of the school Dajuan and I stroll down to the DPW building for a smoke. We're both showing attitude as we're walking but Dajuan will at least smile to a few kids he knows where the most I'll do is say, "Yo, sup?" when someone says "Hi" to me. Most kids think I'm a pissed-off bad-ass and stay clear of me, but not everyone. Garrett Austin is infatuated with me which may or may not have something to do with my tough-guy act. I don't pretend to know how it works but I do know that in my old High School some girls were actually attracted to me specifically because of my bad attitude. Two different girls said they liked the "bad boy" image I projected... they said being my girlfriend was a little bit scary, kinda dangerous. On the other hand I've been told I'm wicked cute, with a ripped body... maybe that's another part of why the girls, and Garrett too for that matter, are attracted to me. I've avoided dating girls from around here because they intimidate me, they're rich kids oozing confidence. The thought of being rejected by one of these girls and then have her whispering among her snooty friends... "Can you believe trailer trash, Geoff Gardner, had the nerve to ask me out? hee hee". No, that's not happening. Actually there were a couple of girls last Fall who did try to connect with me and maybe if I'd let-up on my act a little and tried to make friends I could have gotten off on the right foot. Too late now though, I'm an established outcast. Anyway, who needs the girls, I'm bisexual... Dajuan and I have been doing buddy-sex together for almost five months now. And, it's not like I have zero friends here, just not many. Aside from Garrett and Dajuan, Bruce Miller is my homeboy too. A few other kids may think we're friends as well, I'm not real sure about that though... fear of rejection prevents me from pursuing a closer friendship with any of them. Garrett Austin's probably too wishy-washy to be a close bud, but maybe the wishy/washy part will translate into "submissive" if we did some gay stuff together. Being dominant is a turn-on for me, especially when sex is involved so perhaps Garrett actually is in my future, except I'm not sure he's gay, whatever...

Dajuan and I walk behind the Department of Public Works building where we find a couple dozen kids smoking, laughing, and talking loudly... about an even split between boys and girls. Dajuan lights up and passes me the lit cigarette, which surprises me. "Thanks, Bro..." I say. He's like, "Oh, sho' nuff... I gotta take care of my main homeboy or else who's gonna give me my spankings and fuck my ass properly, ya know?" I'm like, "Jesus, Dajuan! keep that shit down, dude." He chuckles and we spot Bruce, I call out, "Bruce, you all better now?" He was out sick yesterday. It's possible I'm developing a little thing for Bruce too, the beginnings of a crush or something. Hard to tell because it's fairly new to me... being bi I mean. Unfortunately I don't believe Bruce is gay or bi; I think he's either straight or neutral, if there is such a thing. I say neutral because he doesn't do or say anything to indicate he's straight and he doesn't do or say anything to indicate he's gay. He's ambivalent about sex... I think he's way cool just the same. At first I thought it odd that Bruce attached himself to me but I gotta admit there's some kind of chemistry going on between us. I can't figure it out so once in a while, all evidence to the contrary, I let myself believe maybe he has sort of a crush on me too. He's another rich kid like Dajuan, Garrett too for that matter... all the kids at school come from rich families except me. Bruce tells us, "I faked the twenty-four hour virus yesterday because I wasn't ready for that fucking chemistry test. Now I got a couple more days to study before the make-up date" cigarette smoke pouring out of his mouth as he talks, Bruce smokes a lot. Today he has that extra cool look going for him...he's wearing a black truckers hat under his black hooded sweatshirt, the peak of the hat sticking out from under the hood looking fly. On the front of the hat it reads "back off haters". Bruce is short, about five foot, seven inches or so... about the same size as Garrett actually. He's got on the black skinny jeans that school officials hate, which is the primary reason he wears them, and black sneakers. His outfit looks scruffy but it's intended to look that way even when brand new, it probably cost a couple hundred bucks from HOT TOPIC at the Mall. He wears black most of the time because he sees himself as an outlaw type... actually he's mostly a sweetheart of a kid if ya ask me.

Last year Bruce got himself into some trouble with the police over a misunderstanding regarding five grams of marijuana that he had on his person at a traffic stop for speeding. Then a few months after that he ran a red light on his motorcycle and when a cop flagged him down Bruce flashed his middle finger at the cop and kept going. As Bruce tells it, the cop apparently had a hair up his ass because, with lights flashing, he chased Bruce for five mile before forcing him off the road. Bruce's claim is that initially he didn't realized the cop was signaling him to pull over so he just gave a friendly finger-wave to the cop. The reason he didn't pull over when the cop was chasing him with lights flashing is that he didn't think the cop was after him, he was basically just trying to get out of the cop's way. When Bruce first told me this I looked over at Dajuan who was rolling his eyes looking anywhere but at Bruce. Bruce has convinced himself he's telling the truth, he's never understood what the fuss was all about. I thought the story was suppose to be funny at first, but seeing Dajuan's reaction I just nodded my head at Bruce and bit my tongue to keep from laughing out loud. Suspended license and a court hearing followed etc. His rents obviously weren't pleased, but they're kind of lenient with him, he's wicked spoiled actually... this happened last year but it still bugs Bruce who feels like he's the victim, feels the police have it in for him. Bruce got himself into a little pout after that and decided he was being picked-on by everyone. Then, around same time the traffic shit was going down Bruce discovered his best bud was enrolling in an out of state private school. With all this negativity in his life he sort of rebelled and became a loner. I started school here last Fall and Bruce attached himself to me. That's about it, it's all I know about it anyway.... but like I said, there is something about Bruce that intrigues me, something about the way he's interacted with me from the start, something I can't put my finger on.

He's definitely a cute kid, but the kind of cute that isn't going to translate into good looks later in life... he'll be kind of an odd looking adult. That's just my opinion of course and I'm not real concerned how he's going to look years from now anyway. He's got dark hair, wispy hair but so many follicles packed together it's a great look, a great head of hair. It feels nice to the touch too although I haven't had that many opportunities to touch it, just messing around once in awhile. His hair is short like mine. When he isn't wearing his hat and hoodie his hair sticks-up in front along his forehead, nice hairline too... he combs it mostly down on top but some sticks-up at the crown. Bruce's hair always looks like it needs a trim, mine too... we like it that way, short hair that's just touching our ears. He's got this nice flesh-tone healthy looking complexion and dark blue eyes under thin, dark eyebrows and girlie eyelashes that give him a sexy bedroom-eyes look. A great nose too, it gets slightly broader at the nostrils, reminds me of a little kid's nose somehow. Then, something a little odd, too much space from the bottom of his nostrils to the beginning of his upper lip... and it's made worse by a chin that's a bit over-sized. On Bruce it works OK though because, like I said, he's cute... he's a teenage boy and it just works on him. As a grown man though, with that wide mustache area and the over-sized chin... ya know, give me a break. Bruce's lips are excellent... pale pink, bowed, full and quite sexy, sexy like his eyes. He usually has a serious expression, but I'm hooked on his overall look and the serious expression turns into a grin when he sees me. I don't know how to explain it exactly, but Bruce is a different kind of cute than Garrett who is cute in a boyishly pretty way, and different than Dajuan who is mostly beautiful in a handsome way... I'll call Bruce, uniquely or goofy cute. I like the way all three of them look actually, and I like the way I look too, so it's way good for all of us.

Dajuan, Bruce, and I stood there smoking and talking to each other about this and that, cigarette smoke pouring from our mouths and nostrils. I've smoked since Middle school, it's an expensive habit and getting more so every year, but ya know, it's mostly because of those fucking sin taxes in this state. We all started smoking to be cool and now we're hooked but fuck-it, it's still cool. It's fun for me to stare at Dajuan's and Bruce's face when they talk, I like the way Bruce lifts his head to exhale the smoke up in the air too, and the way Dajuan turns his head to blow his exhales to the side. I purposely blow my exhaled smoke at one or the other of them, right in their face. Ha! Dajuan frowns at me when I do it, but Bruce gives me his shy grin like we have a secret between us or something. Maybe something actually is developing there. Bruce does kind of a strange thing too, he has this habit of rubbing his watchband under his nose... constantly. Like, after exhaling his cigarette smoke he'll rub his nose as if he's got an itchy nose, rubs it with his watch band... weird. Some guys bite their fingernails and some are always twirling a swatch of their hair... there are all kinds of nervous habits teenagers pick up. I've been noticing these kinds of things lately as my interest in boys grows and grows. By the way, you can't believe how many cute boys there are in this school, straight boys for the most part of course, but cute just the same. Some boys are cuter than the girls, if you can believe that. It's surprising to me how there's all this stuff right in front of my eyes, stuff about boys, that I never noticed before. It's very cool being bi, it keeps me busy looking and staring... and groping my dick.

Our conversation morphed into us bitching about the restrictions we'd just heard about for when we're in Washington D.C. on our class trip. They're treating us like we're ten year olds rather than high school graduates... we graduate four days after the senior trip. I took the opportunity to tell the guys about Garrett being the forth member in our hotel room. I informed them in a positive manner; you know, I wasn't asking if it was OK, I was telling them how it was going to be. Neither of them gave me any shit about it one way or the other, I don't think they care. So now the only one who doesn't know for sure he's in our room is Garrett... I haven't gotten around to telling him yet. After awhile we'd exhausted all the negative thoughts we'd worked ourselves up about so, flicking our cigarette butts towards a can filled with sand, we headed back onto school property. Bruce and I have the same first period class, "writing skills" which I suck at, but Bruce shines in... it's his favorite class of the day. He's written almost all my writing-skills homework this year and that's a big plus, I get really good grades when he does my homework for me. Bruce is always doing favors which is mysterious, but quite useful.

During first class I'm sneaking glances over at Bruce, paying no attention to the teacher. Enjoying his unique looks while trying to think of a time and a means to casually broach the topic of sex with him, or better yet, get him to bring it up. Dajuan and I would probably never have made-out if we weren't drunk that night, so maybe that's the deal and if so this Saturday night should be perfect. Bruce and I are going to a party his older sister told him about... lots of beer will be in attendance too. The sister goes to college in Boston and she's getting us into a fraternity party. Luckily Dajuan will be in New York over the weekend looking at colleges, so it'll be just Bruce and me, then later I'm staying overnight with Bruce. It's the perfect opportunity to satisfy my curiosity about his sexuality and/or his possible interest in me. Hmmm, this is probably a good time to adopt my old aggressive style too, the pushy attitude I had back in the old days when I got girls to put-out for me. I've found that it's easier to manipulate things when the person of interest is under the influence of a mind altering substance and in this case beer will do very nicely, although the pot Bruce has been known to partake of would be even better. Maybe when Bruce is a little drunk I'll tell him about my old girl friend, the one I was fucking twice a week... then ask about his old girlfriends. He doesn't have any of course, but his response may give me a clue how he's leaning, sexually speaking. If he turns out to be straight, he'll still be a friend who does homework for me... but, what if he turns out to be something else? What then? Ha! I got nothing to lose. And, there have been times I've had the feeling he wants to tell me something... hell, Dajuan actually came "out" to me so maybe something will happen along those lines Saturday night. It's kind of exciting... a touch scary too because maybe I do have something to lose... what if I give myself away as bi and Bruce turns out to be like... "Ick! A queer, get away from me" ... what then?

As sort of a preliminary test... after class I get my thumb and forefinger at the back of his neck and squeeze a little. Bruce leans his head back on my hand which I take as a good sign. Rubbing up the back of his head and mussing his hair I say, "Dude, you're doing today's homework assignment for me. You do know that, right? Make it something about sports." He's like, "Sure, Geoff... any particular sport?" I go, "Use your imagination" and I squeeze his neck again pulling him into me a bit. He chuckles and says, "OK". Hmmm, maybe I need to do more of this kind of dominant thing with Bruce, he seems open to it, he seems to like it. At lunch it's Dajuan, Bruce and me at the table and to test my domination theory a little more, I say "I forgot a packet of mustard. Run over and get me one, Bruce". He's like, "Your leg broken or something?" but he hops up and over to the condiment stand he goes. Dajuan snickers and says, "Thank God for Bruce or you'd have me running errands for ya..." I go, "That's right..." and let the comment hang there in the air. Dajuan looks over at me with a quizzical expression on his handsome face, I smile at him. Hey, this dominant stuff rocks. The rest of Thursday went OK and the same for Friday. After school on Friday Dajuan and I are scheduled to do our lifting and then have a hot sexy time together, nothing usual about that.

We do have a really good workout at his house, my body sweaty and tingling all over, blood surging through my veins... a healthy feeling of being young and very alive. Then I have my way probing and rubbing and acting dominant with Dajuan's naked body and after that he quietly asks me if he could have the strap-spanking this afternoon. This is the hardest spanking we do. Just because I like the feel of it, I grabbed a fistful of his hair pulling his face close to mine and say, "Last time I strapped you there was a problem, Dajuan... you cried. The crying hampered my enjoyment of fucking you." His eyes looked down, he mumbles, "I'm sorry that happened Geoff, it won't happen again, but after the strapping, when you fucked me doggy style that time, your fuck produced one of the most explosive climaxes I've ever had in my life, it's well worth the strapping to get that aroused, ya know." I quietly say, "It's not all about you, Dajuan". His head low, he mumbles, "Please Geoff, can we do it?" I make him wait a few seconds, then say "OK, but first set the sauna temperature, turn on the music, then you may get the strap". My dick was already twitching just thinking about strapping his ass. Dajuan did what he was told, then got himself into his strap-spanking position which is on his knees, his belly laying across the chair's seat cushion and his hands on the floor at the other side of the seat. I'm standing next to him swinging that strap, it makes a whirring noise flashing through the air. "You ready?" "Yes Geoff..." I swing the strap in a wide arc knowing each time this thing connects with his ass it will make a loud "SLAAAP" sound, unmistakably leather against flesh. The first swing of the strap gets Dajuan across the back of both his thighs, he goes "Ahh!! Fuckkkk!" my dick moves in my pants...

Because this is the hardest spanking method we use I make him ask for each new lash from the strap. It's like this... "SLAAAP!" "AHH!!" "May I have another, please?" "SLAAAP!" "OHH FUCK!" "May I have..." and so forth. Today, for the first time during a spanking I sprung a full-fledged boner. In the past I get chubbed-up, but this was a throbbing boner. The sound of the strap connecting with the flesh of his ass, the way his buttocks quivered with each whack, then the cries of pain when I strapped down on the back of his thighs... the feeling of total dominance was incredibly erotic. My boner pushing my jockstrap uncomfortably to the side as I lashed that strap and "SLAAAPPP!!! "OWWW! Ohhhh Fuck!!" "May I please have another". Sweat breaking out all over me, a clear pre-cum bubble at the slit of my boner... smack after smack. Dajuan's buttocks and the back of his thighs shined a dull red through his beautiful milk chocolate skin tone before he whined, "That's all I can take, Geoff... thank you... it was awesome" then, getting up unsteadily he's stroking one of the hardest looking boners I've ever seen, pre-cum rolling down the underside of the shaft and across the fingers of his fist, tears in his eyes, but no crying. He's moaning and grimacing though, trying to walk off the stinging. I get undressed and, pulling on my cock, put my sweaty, precum-stained jockstrap to the side for Dajuan to wear on Monday.

Not giving him time to fully recover, I go "Hands and knees now, quickly" he moans while stroking that long boner of his, but gets right down so I can lightly rub the unscented baby oil on his ass and thighs alleviating some of the stinging, then finger some oil up his hole while stroking my cock with some of the same oil. Horny as hell I mount him forcing my cock all the way up his ass in one hump and fuck his smacked ass like I was riding a bucking bronco. Just grip his hips with both hands and fuck that spanked asshole with full six inch humps in and out of that boy's hole. The feeling up and down my cock was so intense there were flashing lights going off in my head and a feeling of electricity zooming around my body. The inside of my thighs and all around my pelvic area ached with the sensations of approaching climax. The strapping had me doubly aroused. Dajuan too was very aroused, his head rolled from side to side with the pleasure sensations shooting around in his rectum. Rocking back on his hands and knees he's trying to throw his ass up toward my thrusts as he "Ohhh and Ahhh'd" and begged "fuck me, Geoff... fuck my ass!" I let go of his hips to grab fistfuls of his hair pulling his head backwards till his Adams apple protruded with each thrust of my cock up his ass. He climaxed a full three minutes before I filled his ass with my spunk. His cum shots fired straight down from his wood-hard boner, a flag pole sticking straight out from his belly. With sweat droplets flying off his moving head, strong strings of spunk splashed and splattered on the sauna's wooden floor... four then a fifth tight string of cum, Dajuan letting loose with high-pitched squeals as each cum shot left his cock. He was still moaning in ecstasy when I felt my climax on the edge of popping-off. I bit my bottom lip, saw a million stars behind my eyes, lightning flashed through my body while I shot my load up his brown, spanked ass... what a tremendous climax. It seems like each climax is better then the one before it. We're both sweating in that sauna but I rode his asshole five minutes after climax and almost felt another something happening in my nuts, it was that hot... wicked hot sex.

Afterward we silently drank bottled water reliving our climaxes while sitting next to each other on the bench, sweating in the two hundred degree sauna heat. Then we showered together and Dajuan drove me home, both of us refreshed and now babbling and"up beat" at how great the workout had been, and how hot all the sex was today. Dajuan says, "You know I love me some Walker Moss, but you get me off better than that black boy every did". I go, "Yeah? And I only been at this for four months, can you imagine how good I'm gonna be a year from now?" He's like, "Holy, sweet mother of Jesus, I gotta stay on your good side Geoffrey.. sho nuff I does!" He goes into the Stepin Fetchit parody from time to time because it amuses him. Later that evening Dajuan, Bruce, and I went to the movies and then Saturday I worked from seven a.m. till five p.m. at Starbucks. Came home to shower and dress getting ready for my night with Bruce Miller. Gramps, Mom Mom, and me ate our usual Saturday night dinner of pizza and salad, then I hear Bruce blowing the horn and out I go to his car with my overnight satchel begining my adventure, an adventure that I have no idea of the outcome... well, an inkling maybe.

Bruce outdid himself with his outfit tonight. He had on black Diesel jeans, a slate-colored retro Egyptian cotton T-shirt from Vague Line, an unstructured black linen jacket, and black Diesel sneakers. His hair was perfect, a burning cigarette at the corner of his mouth, a cute grin on his face as he says, "We gonna get drunk tonight, Geoff..." He was asking, not making a statement, and he said it in his usual deferential manner. All of a sudden I wanted to kiss him... what the fuck is that all about, where are these feelings coming from? I'm getting worse and worse when it comes to boys, first Dajuan, then Garrett and now Bruce... all three making me think gay thoughts. Still, it's cool to get this awesome feeling in my dick from just looking at these boys, it's cool to concentrate on the gay side of my bisexual nature. By the way, I had on a no-name T-shirt under a dark blue button-down shirt that my grandmother bought for me on sale at Kohls, Lee jeans, and red Converse sneakers. My entire outfit cost about sixty dollars which would be a down payment for Bruce's jacket. He's always talking about his clothes so that's how come I know all about the stuff he's wearing tonight. On the other hand, Bruce has never once mentioned my pitiful no-name outfits, so we're good. I say, "I don't know, Bruce... do ya wanna get drunk?" He sucked on his Parliament and blew the smoke out the window, then "Yeah, maybe I do..." and pulls away from the curb, tires squealing. I don't know what he meant by that but it sounds encouraging, don'tcha think? My stomach was churning a little with anticipation... there's just something in the air. I took a big breath and promised myself to be aggressive and go for it if I get the chance... we're only young once.

The college beer party was held in the main hall of a rather large fraternity house off campus. Maybe a hundred and fifty guys and girls. Beer and snack foods galore, pot smoke drifting in the overheated room. A frat band was playing rock music badly, lots of jostling and yelling, some dancing. It was awesome, in other words. Maggie, Bruce's sister, is as perky as a chickadee, but dumber... how the hell she got into college was a mystery until she mentions she's a legacy. "Ahh", I go... I understand now. Bruce's mother went to this college years ago. We hung out with Maggie and her friends drinking beer and listening to the college kid's philosophical discussions about God and politics in which no one agreed on anything, and no one changed anyones' mind about anything either, but they seemed to be having fun. I kept my views to myself... keeping my mouth shut rarely gets me in trouble and I was definitely out of my element here. The college kids, boys and girls alike, all appeared intent on getting drunk. Maggie took lady-like swallows of beer. She didn't guzzle, but she was persistent. About eleven o'clock I'd had enough and was ready to go. It was an awkward situation being one of only two high school kids here. plus no one I met interested me, I was only interested in Bruce. I wanted to get on with my mission of discovering Bruce Miller's sexual inclinations... plus I was getting a tad tipsy from the beer and all the second hand pot smoke. Bruce is a big smoker, cigarette smoker, so we were outside in the chilly night quite often and I had more cigarettes than I'm used to which added to my jitters... it was time to go, but how to do it gracefully? We're back inside nursing our beers when one of the college girls goes off on the topic of extra sexual affairs, affairs outside an established relationship and how wrong that was. I finally piped-up saying, "Affairs aren't usually about good or bad, right or wrong". The tall girl I'd interrupted goes, "What are they about then" I said, "Need, mostly" and everyone nodded their head thinking about that philosophical concept. So, having contributed to the conversation I looked at Bruce and smirked, like... ain't I a hot shit!... now, let's go. He was slightly drunk and smiled at me sweetly and I'll be god-dammed if my dick didn't move in my pants. Shortly Bruce was ready for another cigarette and when we're outside I say "OK, we hung out with your sister, we contributed to the discussion, and now let's bounce, dude! And, you gotta be able to drive, one more beer and you'll be shit-faced". His dark blue eyes get wide, it's like he's excited that I'm telling him what to do, he energetically nods his head in agreement.

Bruce always goes along with what I want, his response... "Sure, Geoff... should we say goodbye first?" I go, "Fuck no, they'll make fun of us for leaving early. Next time you're talking to your sister make-up some bull shit story about us hooking-up with some other kids, or I got sick or something." Bruce nods his head again looking a little apprehensive, but follows me around the building and we're soon in his car heading back to his place with Bruce driving pretty good considering the beer he drank. At his house I get a nervous feeling in my stomach walking up the steps to his room, how am I going to go about this. Bruce is babbling on about his car and how his parents won't get him a new one because of the trouble he got into last year and blah, blah, blah. In his bedroom I throw my satchel in the corner and Bruce asks, "Ya want to share a joint?" I'm thinking, oh yeah... some pot to go with the beer! I go, "Yeah, let's do it" and he came up with a joint from his hidden spot under the mattress... it was good shit. We giggled about his sister and how dumb she is, then made fun of some of the dorkier of the college kids, then we're done the joint. Bruce looks at me with a far-away look in his eyes and asks "What should we do now, Geoff?" I think for a second and say, "I don't know... how about you tell me something secret you've always wanted to do." I'm looking right into his eyes when I said it, he looks down and mumbles, "No way, I'm not fucked-up enough for that". I chuckle nervously and say, "Come on, what is it?" He keeps looking down and shakes his head "no". Getting him in a headlock then, like I did with Garrett earlier in the week, I go "Let's hear it, Bruce". Bruce is about the same size as Garrett so he has the same change of breaking free as Garrett had, which is zero. "Come on tell me your secret.." Bruce doesn't struggle but rather hugs me around my waist and we do a sort of dance which indicates to me he's willing to mess around... "Tell me your secret, or I'm gonna tightened my hold on your neck." He takes one arm from around me and points at his desk. "What?" I say, as I'm walking us over to the desk. When we're in front of it he pulls out the bottom drawer and I let go of his neck, curious what's in there. I look questioningly at Bruce, he's blushing as hard as Garrett did so I reach inside the drawer and pull our leather gloves... what the...? then leather strips with Velcro at the ends of the strips, and leather pants with skinny legs and an open crotch and open ass.

"What the fucks this all about, Bruce?" He wouldn't look at me, sounding defensive, he mumbles, "You insisted! I didn't want to tell you..." I go, "Well, what's all this shit for?" He blurts it out then, speaking quickly he explains he has a leather and bondage thing going for him, and he gets off on smoking cigarettes when he's doing it too. I right away thought about all that leather wristwatch band sniffing Bruce does. I'd have thought this was way weird except for my developing foot fetish, which might be even weirder. Bruce tells me how he and another kid, a kid he went to middle school with a few years back, used to tie each other up in the garage and jerk-off together. They discovered that leather increased the thrill of it in an accidental way... jerking off in freezing weather wearing their winter leather gloves. Bruce says, "Jerking off in a cold garage, we had gloves on. Have ya ever done circle jerks with anyone?" I tell him "Jeez, I don't think I could even get off with my dick half frozen, and no... I never did circle jerks with anyone." Anyway, he tells me this kid who did the circle jerks with him moved away over two years ago and Bruce has been left to his own devises ever since. He bought these leather items on line and has been doing the best he can by himself. The skinny-leg leather pants he got two months ago. What he does is, he gets naked, puts the leather pants on and secures himself to his desk swivel chair as best he can. Obviously he isn't really helpless because he can't get the last arm secured and if he could how the hell would he ever get free, ya know.

I'm thinking... no, this is definitely more peculiar, it trumps even the foot fetish. It also has interesting possibilities along the sub/dom lines. I'd never have guessed Bruce was into something this bizarre which is why I didn't "get it" when I first saw the leather stuff. I know about fetishes, heterosexuals have them too. And, bizarre or not, this sounds like it could be fun so I say, "Well, it's weird alright, but like you said, I asked you what your secret desire was. What the hell, let's screw around with it and see what pops up, so ta speak". Bruce looks up with those dark blue eyes of his sparkling with anticipation, "You'll try it with me?" I go, "Yeah, I'll do your leather tie-up thingie then you'll do something for me." He goes, "What...? What do I do for you?" Lying, I say, "I haven't thought of what it will be yet, but ya gotta promise you'll go along". I can see the desire in his eyes, he wants the leather/bondage play badly. He bites his lip and says, "OK, I promise but it's got to be done tonight... whatever I need to do can't be carried over so that I worry about it day after day." I go, "Deal!" and we shake once. I go, "OK, what do I do, how's this work?"

Bruce rubs the palms of his hands together sucking on his bottom lip, his eyes are bright and he's real excited. Out of breath he says, "This really gets me hot, Geoff... don't make fun, OK? Ya gotta be serious and take everything slow. I don't know why, but I get very aroused... and man do I shoot off with this. You say you never did circle jerks or anything as a kid?" I go, "No, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it... just never had the right friend at the right time, I guess... What do we do here?" He tells me, real fast... "It can be done a million ways. How bout I get undressed, put on the leather pants and sit in my desk chair. You secure me with the leather strips, put on the leather gloves and, you know... touch me with the gloves." I ask, "Oh, do I gotta touch your dick?" In a high pitched voice he squeaks out, "I'd like that... you know, if you can do it..." and he's groping himself. Jesus, this is uber weird... how can a guy get aroused just from leather and then I thought again of my foot thing, and of Dajuan and his submissive behavior with the spankings and all that. Crazy world of sex, but fun. I say, "OK, get naked..." He sucks in a deep breath, takes off his jacket and pulls his shirt over his head, then off come his shoes and socks. Hesitating then, he looks at me and says, "Don't laugh, but I got a small dick. My middle school friend, Mickey, used to tease me about it all the time, but it's not my fault I was born with this thing." I nod my head thinking... this would be almost funny if it didn't seem so sexy. I go. "So what if you have a small penis... there's all different dick sizes in gym class, why do you think I care?" He's nodding his head pulling down his pants, saying "Thanks, Geoff... I knew you'd be cool with it. I guess I can tell ya this too, I fantasized you doing this with me... about a thousand times." Then he does a nervous laugh and I say, "Why the fuck didn't you say something about it?" He goes, "I tried to a lot of times, but chickened out".

He turns his back to me pulling down his jockey underwear. I say "You're gonna need to turn around eventually, Bruce. Do it now!" He slowly turns, blushing. I'm mumbling, "It's not that small... just stand there". While I'm walking towards him, I snap at him "Stand up straight, let me check you out". I'm thinking about how effective it is when I take charge of Dajuan, why not give it a shot here... see if Bruce responds to my dominant act. "I told you to stand-up straight, Bruce!" Bruce straightens his shoulders and looks straight ahead. Oooh, this is a good start. I flick my index finger under his cute nose saying, "That a good boy, Bruce"... he grins sheepishly. At first glance his dick appears to be maybe four inches long if stretched out, I've seen smaller ones occasionally at school but not too often... and maybe his will grow as he gets a boner. The pale pink head of it hangs down even with the bottom of his scrotum. Bruce has a very average boy's body, not too much definition but OK, no extra fat, he's skinny like Garrett. Reaching down I cup his nuts saying, "Steady... stand still"... he nods his head with a cute grin on his lips, enjoying himself. "You ever do anything besides jerking off with that middle school friend?" He says, "This is kind of embarrassing, being naked in front of you with you having all your clothes on," I snap, "Answer my question" as I squeeze his nuts. He goes, "Owww... oh, yeah, we messed around a little bit, kid's stuff you know... we tried a few of the regular sexy things." I go, "Like what?" Bruce says, "You know, we jerked each other off, got off with our dicks between the other's legs... he even blew me a couple times." Bruce has a fine haired treasure-trail leading from below his belly button to the nest of fine pubic hair at the top of his package, dark hairs but rather sparse. There were fine hairs on his lower legs too, but no other hair on his body. Stretching his cock out, I say, "Arms over your head" and he immediately lifts his arms, getting comfortable being told what to do by me. His cock might be closer to three inches than four. Hardly any underarm hair, actually he's got a fairly nice body for a kid who doesn't exercise or work-out like me and Dajuan do. "Put your arms down" he does and I run my fingers through his hair asking him, "You gay, Bruce?" He mumbles, "I don't know... I've been kinda crushing on you for awhile lately." I say, "I've been experimenting with some bisexual activity myself, so it's cool. You have great hair, by the way". He smiles and leans towards me a little so I pat his cheek and say, "Get your leather stuff, we'll have some fun. "OK, Geoff... thanks. Um, can you be serious with this, please... then I'll be serious with your thing." I say, "Sure, that's phat, let's do it." He steps into the leather pants, they fit tight even though Bruce is slim. The pants look expensive too, supple and soft with that unmistakable leather smell. His face is flushed just from putting the pants on, weird looking pants with the open crotch showing his small penis and open rear showing both nicely formed, hairless buttocks. Bruce plays with himself through the opening, getting things arranged in there, then sits down, takes a big breath, and explains how to secure him to the chair.

Standing behind the chair I reach my arms around his belly and pull him back on the seat till his ass is touching the slats of the chair's back causing him to sit very erect, his feet are pulled up off the floor and stick straight out from his hips. A long leather strip gets fastened around his belly across his belly button, then I secure it tightly with the Velcro ends at the back of this heavy hardwood swivel chair. He's basically a captive already, but I do a strip around both his wrists securing them tightly to the arms of the chair and then strips near both elbow-bends which further secure his forearms to the arms of the chair. He's totally helpless for real now, puffing little burst of air out, already aroused, his feet the only things unsecured. Putting a Velcro leather strip around his right ankle, spreading his knees apart so the knee bend is at the side of the seat, then stretching his leg back to attach the leather strip loosely to one of the leg braces that support the rollers. His smallish foot gets my attention and my dick twitches. He can't see me, so I lean close to his foot and smell it. Damn, stronger foot odor than Dajuan's, but it's just that much more of a turn-on. The urge to put my nose against it is too strong to ignore so I leaned down a little further under the seat to press my nose on the sole of his foot and drag my nostrils from the heel down to the back of his toes... a boner pops-up in my pants. "What's that on my foot, Geoff?" I stand up and, without answering, get a leather strip and use it as a gag fastening it behind his head saying, "Don't talk, Bruce. I want to check out your feet." He can still talk through the gag although it's hard to understand. He goes, "you'd cam chexs ma fot withot dis dam gag". Yeah, the gag is too much so I take it off and mumble, "OK, but like you said, let's be serious. And, keep your mouth shut or the gag goes back on." Then I finish securing his right leg by pulling it really far back so that the skin at his knee is taut. This is hot, my boner pokes at my lap pushing out the front of my pants.

Standing in front of Bruce I take in a lot of air, then pick-up his untied leg by cupping my hand under the heel... soft skin on his foot, no calluses at all. I was just able to get my hand inside the leather pant leg to cup under his calf feeling the short hairs there. Rubbing up and down his calf a half dozen times got my dick moving again, his leg is so sexy. Stifling a gasp I do a fake cough... this is a definite turn-on, foot and leg both. I croak-out "What size are your feet?" He's staring at me, fascinated... then mumbles, "Seven and a half". I pull my hand out of his pant leg and massage the sole of his foot, feeling the dampness... there's sock fuzz between his big toe and the one next to it so I lean down close to his foot to blow at the fuzz, dislodging it. Then, being that close to his foot I'm unable to resist the urge to smell this foot, see if it smells like the other one, so I lean down further to take a big inhale, it smells just like the other one... God, it smells so good too, foot smell is awesomely sexy. How come I haven't realized this before. Surprising myself, I lick his toes and almost spunk in my pants. Bruce gasps and says, "Hey... wha?" I'm thinking about how I gotta try to understand this fetish more, but not now, later. One last lick under his toes, a quick suck on his big toe, and now I'm blushing from embarrassment as I quickly put a leather strip around the ankle of this leg and let it drop to the floor so I can adjust my boner to the side of my pants. I do it right in front of Bruce because he's going to see it before the nights out anyway, then I pull the leather strip tightly around his ankle. With amazement in his voice, Bruce asks, "You get a boner from smelling feet?" I say, "No, be quiet" and secure this leg under the seat like the first one, tightly. I've never seen anyone so helpless as Bruce is now. He whines, "Could you loosen my legs a little? I'm getting a cramp." Ignoring that, I stand-up behind him and twirl the chair completely around on it's swivel base a few times with Bruce saying, "Hey... be serious, Geoff".

Standing there looking at his helplessness and basically naked condition a very dominant feeling comes over me, it's very erotic, very hot, and much stronger than anything I've experienced before. Stopping the chair's rotation then with Bruce faced away from me and then, just because I can, I rub my fingers through his fluffy hair and squeeze both his ears and reach around to run my finger up the front of his nose demonstrating my totally dominant position. Bruce blows a lot of air through his nose as I drag my finger up the front of it again, he tries turning his head but he can't really move all that much. "Head to the front, Bruce!" I light a cigarette from the pack on his desk, take a drag and still standing behind him, hold it to his mouth for him to take a big drag from, and we both exhale at the same time. He says, "God, you are really getting into this, Geoff. You can't possibly imagine how much this means to me... thank you, thank you! But can it be our secret?" I go, "Holy shit, of course! It better be our secret." He says, "Could you please loosen my legs a little..." I blow smoke at his head and say, "No" to which Bruce humps his hips the little bit he can... it's a turn-on for him to be helplessly under my control. We shared the cigarette without further discussion about loosening his legs.

I stubbed out the butt in a metal ashtray on his desk, then put the leather gloves on. Damn, these are the nicest gloves I've ever had on, smelling the back of my fingers... strong leather smell. Standing behind him again, I cover his face with both gloved hands, he noisily inhales as I lower my face to just above his soft hair and rub my nose back and forth in it... nice, I got a thing for Bruce's hair. My hands rub around his face, under his chin, down on his neck and shoulders... he shudders and his limp, shriveled dick gradually begins to chub-up. I cradled his head pulling his head back as far as it will go, he grunts "No, Geoff..." and I snap at him, "Shut-up" then put the side of my face against the very smooth, tight skin of his forehead... nice boyish smell to him too. Bruce goes, "Ohhh..." and leans his head into mine breathing through his lips making a "Shhhhh" sound. Letting his head return to it's upright position I rub my nose in his soft short hair again feeling a kind of responsibility for him... he's so helpless, and so cute, and smells so nice, and he's so submissive... a weird sense of closeness comes over me. Can't get over the way his hair smells, and I thought again about his wonderful foot odor and his small feet and skinny calf with the soft short hairs on it... God! my boner aches.

Out of breath myself now I lite another cigarette, and from behind him hold the cigarette between my index and middle fingers of my gloved hand, cup the other two fingers under his chin, and let him smoke enjoying the smell and feel of the leather glove at the same time. I stroked his shoulders and the back of his head with my other hand, he inhaled and exhaled one drag after another making whining sounds and squirming in his bondage. I'm totally fascinated with the entire scene... his cock movement draws my attention, it grew right in front of my eyes, extending past the opening of the leather pants, growing to almost four inches, then s-l-o-w-l-y, with his every heartbeat it begins to lift up to be parallel with his thin thigh. I leaned my head down and kissed the top of his head, he moans. Taking the cigarette from his mouth, the filter saturated with his spit, I inhale through it to get a damp puff of smoke, then lean around to cover Bruce's mouth with mine and exhaled the smoke. Another moan from Bruce as he humps his hips slightly, inhales the smoke from my mouth and blows that secondhand smoke out through his nostrils, his body shivering and shuddering. Another drag and, with my hands caressing either side of his jaw I surrounded his cute nose with my lips and exhaled smoke up his nose. His cock grew a quarter inch longer and it's girth chubbed-up further until it stopped against the vertical plane of his abdomen right at the beginning of his thigh... Bruce mumbles, "Oh Geoff... I never..." and trails off to a gasp and make another moan of arousal. Leaning around I kissed his mouth which seemed to take him by surprise, but only for a second. He kissed back and our tongues slid together. My own woody began leaking, I was feeling really connected to this incapacitated boy. His cock, pointing off to the side, continued to firm up until finally, in a single lurch, it POPPED-UP to be totally vertical, laying against his belly covering the fine hair of his happy trail. No words were spoken.

Gloved hands to his lips with me still behind him, my other hand massaging his nipples and down to his belly, close to his firm boner. I need to lean on him to reach further and he struggles in his bonds to move his crotch up so his boner would touch my leather hand. I could reach it but I'm not ready to yet. The side of my face against his, we take turns pulling drags off the wet filter, me blowing the smoke of my exhales at his nose. He's making more whimpering sounds while trying to increase the pressure of his face against mine. We're both a little sweaty. Dropping the cigarette into the ashtray to smolder I brush across his cock with the back of the leather glove then nestle a leather strip under his nuts and stroke his cock three quick full strokes and his whole body shivers, a long breathy moan from deep inside him escapes through his pale pink lips. Bruce's arousal continues as his balls in their loose fleshy sack begin to roll and pull up till they're hugging the base of his penis... their hairless pouch empty at the bottom. Rubbing my leather gloved hands near his cock now, the soft smooth skin of it's head begins to swell and another little extension in size takes place, the head's pale pinkish flesh-color changes slowly to dark red as it becomes further engorged by the pressure of uncontrolled erectile blood from deep in his loins. I take my right hand away to grope myself wishing I'd thought to pull my cock out of my pants. I now had a full blown, leaking boner, sideways in my jeans. Bruce's hardon stood free from his belly now, straight as a nail, not too small, just right for grasping with a gentle hand or soft lips, but Bruce was obviously unable to do either and I was determined to hold off touching his cock again... I wanted to watch him spunk spontaneously. The gloves across his face again, I lean down to put my lips on his and then my tongue on his tongue as a clear drop of fluid welled up from deep in his cock's slit, the tight flesh of the rounded end getting wet as the drop continued growing larger until it finally ran down the underside of his erection. Bruce struggles in his bonds, moaning my name...

I rubbed his face and covered his nose with one gloved hand, the other rubbing his chest, his nipples, and under his chin... he struggled some more with his bonds, grunting and making pathetic whining sounds of pleasure and frustration. His organ stiffening even more, pulsing now, pre-cum cascading down the underside in a steady stream onto his scrotal sack, pooling at the bulge, then running down both sides. He struggles mightily, his hands opening and closing in an attempt to get to his penis, the urge to stroke himself must be immense. His efforts to thrust his pelvis upward got his boner stabbing at the air repeatedly spraying some of the clear liquid from the head of his cock. Gargling noises in his throat now, face red with the effort to cum, then keening sounds from Bruce, face dark red now, veins protruding in his forehead and neck. So erotic, I felt more wetness in my pants. Bruce was totally swept up in the moment, head back against my belly, thrusting his hips, his boner swaying slightly, as tight a boner as I've ever seen... the leather gloves rubbing his nose and massaging his body... then, there it was. A flying pearl of cum follow by a squealing cry from Bruce as a long string of cum blasted out from his cock in an arc, followed immediately by four shorter straight strings of cum as Bruce contracted every muscle in his pelvic region squeezing out those wonderfully awesome climax shots of spunk "Yeeeesss... fuuuck yesss! Ahhhh..." Bruce was yelling, his body sweaty, still humping his hips up off the chair seat the one inch or so that he could manage. Damn, I almost dropped a load in my pants myself.

Covering his face with both gloved hands I watched in amazement as the humping began slowing down and all the straining muscles in his body began to relax, the back of his head lazily laying against my stomach once more, me cradling his head between both my hands. A feeling of closeness with Bruce was very noticeable, it's as if he belonged to me now and I was happy and proud he'd been able to succeed in his efforts to spontaneously climax, and that I was able to provide my boy with this much pleasure. It's a silly notion on my part, but at that moment I enjoyed the fantasy and leaned down to kiss the side of his forehead and massage his shoulders... and then the thought, should I actually turn him into my boy? His entire body was limp, he lazily rolled his head against my belly and when I kissed him again he sighed a long sigh and made a quiet "Mmmmmmm" sound like he was loving the moment. I've read about stuff like that and it seems Bruce wants to be someone's "boy". After a bit I quietly said, "That was quite a hot time we had, Bruce... I never would have imagined something so... well, something so silly as tying you up and rubbing you with leather gloves could generate this kind of heat... it really rocked, dude." I let go of his head to grope my dick, then backed-up to light another cigarette. Bruce was still sighing and breathing deeply, he mumbles, "That's the best, sexiest time I've ever had in my life, Geoff. Oh God, you're my hero... ya can't imagine how fabulous that was for me. Hey, can I have a drag on that smoke?" I held the cigarette to his face and he inhaled deeply, again humping his crotch slightly. What a picture this is, awesome for a dominant sex partner like myself. Bruce's cock was soon back to tiny shriveled status nestled there in his sparse pubic patch, a very thin string of cum stretched from his belly to the head of his soft cock and as I looked at it the string broke and settled against his body. Bruce was exhaling another long drag off our shared Parliament, he looked so cool.

We finished the cigarette, Bruce still incapacitated but calm and relaxed now. So everything was fine for him, but the sexual tension that had been building in me ever since we entered Bruce's bedroom was huge, and now I had an overwhelming urge to fuck him, this is definitely the most dominant situation I've ever been in and it's immensely arousing. The sight of Bruce climaxing, shooting his spunk while tied to this chair, with no possible way to get free... it's a turn-on to a dominant type like me, that's for damn sure. I again took a fistfull of his fantastic hair, getting the slightly longer hairs at the front of his head and pulled his head back, straining his neck till he was looking up at the ceiling, then lowered my face over his I said, "My turn now". He goes, "Owww, my hair..." and I kissed his lips. He sputtered, "OK, wha .. what do you want me to do.... I don't do blowjobs though, I can't do them." I chuckled and said, "Why didn't you tell me that in the first place, Bruce?" and tugged on his hair. He whines, "Mickey begged me but I can't put a penis, a thing that pees piss, into my mouth. Please, Geoff... that's not what you want me to do, is it? Say it's not." Holding his head back with the fistful of hair I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock which had retreated to a semi-firm condition, "Shut-up Bruce, you're going to suck my cock and then I'm going to fuck you with it and you're going to love it... I'm gonna make you my boy tonight, that's what you want anyway. Isn't that right?" Leaning down for another kiss as Bruce was whining, "Noooo, I can't suck cock, Geoff.." then my mouth covered his and I kissed and sucked his lips for a few seconds before he responded back. He couldn't make himself not kiss back. We made-out for a full minute, my dick was pretty hard by then and his had chubbed-up again too. Keeping the fisful of his hair I slid around from behind him to the front and pulling his head forward. He said, "Please, noooo, Geoff... I can't do it... Fuck me instead if you want to." I felt relaxed and confident and of course complete in charge. In an easy, mild manner I said, "You can suck my cock, and you will." Then, to get his attention, I shook his head by pulling his hair forward then backward, saying, "And, I already told you I'm going to fuck you, you're gonna get both... the chance to suck my cock and get fucked. Pay attention". Another pull on his hair, "Got it?" He gasped humping his hips the little bit he was able, and said, "Yes, Geoff... I got it". I'm saying, "That's my boy" as I eased my hold on his hair slightly. It's totally obvious Bruce loves to be dominated... he's worse than Dajuan.

Lifting my cock and pulling his head forward as much as his bonds would allow I said, "Stick out your tongue, Bruce... way out." Almost inaudible, "I can't do it....." I jerked on his hair and said, "Yes you can..." then speaking calmer I said, "Millions of people do it every day and I promise to do the leather/bondage thing with you whenever we can. OK? Come on, don't make me get rough with you, I like you too much for that. Listen, I'm all horned-up from that bondage thing, so let's work together with this, and anyway, you promised..." His tongue reluctantly came out. I say, "More tongue, Bruce..." and he strained to get his tongue further down his oversized chin... he's a cute kid. "Good boy, Bruce" as I slid the head of my cock onto his tongue and pushed into his warm, moist mouth. Bruce was closing his eyes so tightly it looked painful. I murmured, "You're doing good, Bruce... and now that you've had cock in your mouth you can see you can do it, just like I said you could." I didn't mention to him that I've never had cock in my mouth and I don't intend to either, but we're different... he can't help doing what I tell him because it turns him on being submissive to me. Ya gotta love these submissive boys. My cock was pushed in so far it was touching his tonsils, he made a gagging sound so I pulled off the back of his throat and almost out, then slid it back in on that great slippery, warm tongue of his. After doing that a few more times I said, "Close your mouth slowly, only lips and tongue on my cock. He was breathing noisily through his nose as he did what he was told. Letting go of his hair I again said, "Good boy, Bruce" getting him used to that concept. I rubbed my fingers gently up through his beautiful hair at the back of his head and quietly asked, "It's not so bad is it?" He had relaxed the tightly closed eyes to just barely closed, he shook his head to the side, back and forth meaning, "no, it's not so bad". Ruffling through his hair with both hands I absently muttered another "Good boy" comment, and his head dipped a little and a grin seemed to appear around my cock, at the corners of his lips... he was proud of the compliments, he liked me thinking he was a "good boy".

"Suck on the head of my cock like it's a Tootsie Roll pop" and he did, he did it quite energetically too... I floated my hips gently to and fro, beginning with one inch thrust and working up to almost three inch ones. Bruce was leaning his head forward and sucking like he meant it... felt awesome too. Son of a bitch, I almost lost it and let him suck me off to climax, but I wanted to cum up his ass because there's just something dominant about that, cuming up another boys ass, it screams of dominance and I felt extremely dominant with Bruce, more so than even with Dajuan. This rocked, big time... it's huge to my ego and a huge sexual turn-on. Bruce will think of himself as my boy before I leave here tomorrow morning, I'm not sure how I know that, I just do. "Open up now, Bruce.." he took two last sucks and opened his mouth wide, unnecessarily thrusting his tongue out in the same manner as earlier. A string of pre-cum connected his top and bottom teeth... it broke when I backed my hard boner out of his mouth. "Good boy...". He opened his eyes now and looked sheepishly at me, than mumbled "You were right, Geoff... I could do it. It was alright, I didn't mind because it's your cock and you and I have this secret, don't we?" I smiled at him with growing feelings of affections and nodded my head that we do indeed have a secret. He was looking up at me like I was something special as he sat there all tied-up in the wood swivel desk chair, spit all around his mouth, his own cum-drippings in his crotch, and a half hardon that he grew while sucking my cock... the whole picture just captured my fancy. I took his head between my still gloved hands and leaned down to him, he leaned toward my face and we did one of the sloppiest, sexiest kisses I've ever done. We both are apparently totally captivated by the sexuality of this entire deal... it's so fucking hot!

Short of breath after the kiss, my boner bobbing in front of me, I undid the Velco straps on his right arm and while he undid his left, I unhooked the strap around his waist and the ones securing each ankle, given each foot a squeeze, then smelling the palm of my hand... his foot odor is awesome. Bruce then stood up unsteadily and I got my arm around his shoulders to steady him, he maybe misunderstood my motive and hugged me with both arms burying his head against my shoulder, his body vibrated as he insinuated himself as tightly against me as it's possibly to get. I hugged him back a little, we were both damp with perspiration, our boners between our bellies... like I said earlier, he's a sweetheart basically. After a few seconds I felt wetness on my shoulder and a quiet gasp from Bruce. Massaging his buttocks with both gloved hands I asked, "What is it, Bruce?" He mumbles into my shoulder, "Oh, Geoff... sorry bout that. A few tears of relief I guess. That leather/ bondage experience was the best thing that's ever happened to me and you made it happen... ya know, thanks... that's all. I get emotional sometimes, and man is it ever embarrassing, but this was so awesome!" I go, "Don't be embarrassed.." our hug dissolved slowly until I stepped back. My boner was still very evident and caught Bruce's attention. He looked at it quickly, looked back up at me and I knew what he was thinking, "that's going up my ass?". I said, "Get those pants off, Bruce" which he hurried to do, then looked at me for approval.

Not wanting to lose momentum I go, "I saw some hand lotion in your bathroom, get it... we'll use it for lube". Bruce's eyes got wide again, pink spots appeared at his temples, he took three quick breaths and asked, "So you're still gonna fuck me too?" I say, "Get the lube, then get on your hands and knees and you'll find out." He looked scared so I rubbed his biceps saying, "You'll like it, Bruce... it'll be fine. Go ahead now and do what I told ya... I know you want me to fuck you so don't pretend otherwise." He nods his head looking down and mumbles, "OK, Geoff... you're right again". I pat is bare ass saying,"That's my good boy" he lowers his head and stifles a grin looking up at me shyly, nods again and takes off at a trot. Ya know, it does help to be bigger and stronger than your submissive sex partner, it's not necessary of course, but I think the submissive boy rationalizes his submissive behavior easier if his dominant partner is superior in size and strength than he, like I am to Bruce. I wonder what it would be like to dominate someone much bigger, and maybe older too, than me. Just passing thoughts as Bruce was padding naked to the bathroom. The closest bathroom is connected to Bruce's bedroom of course, all the bedrooms in this house have their own bathrooms. At my grandparents house the three of us share one hall bathroom. I take off the gloves, pull down my pants, step out of my underwear and take my shirt off as Bruce comes over offering me the bottle of hand lotion. "Get on all fours Bruce, then lean down to rest your head on your forearms and keep your ass up in the air for me. He's nervous and stutters, "Um... ah, OK Geoff... wil, will it hurt?" I go, "Not much and then you'll absolutely love it... you were born to have me fuck you, trust me."

There's no doubt in my mind that he'll be asking me to fuck him all the time after I break his cherry for him and that sounds cool. It's like I'll basically take ownership of his person, his boyhood, his mo jo as they say in that old Austin Power's movie. It's been kind of like that for a while now anyway... it seems Bruce has always had a thing for me, now I'm just making it official. He's on his knees in the proper position, but my dick had lost it's rock hard status so I stand at his head and say, "You need to kneel up for a minute and suck my cock again, get it back to the way it was". Hesitatingly he rises up on his knees, looks up in my eyes pleadingly, which pisses me off so I snap at him, "Take it and suck it like you did before, don't make me explain it every time". He looks startled, then sticks his tongue way out and I almost burst out with a laugh, but don't. Tentatively he picks up my cock and lays it on his tongue, I lean forward, grab a fistful of his hair and slide my cock on his wet pink tongue, those white upper teeth of his just visible below his top lip, then he pulls in his tongue, closes his lips and sucks my cock really well... a natural. "Hug around my legs when you're blowing me, Bruce" his eyes roll up to the top of their sockets as he nods his head slightly and hugs around my bare ass which brings his nose into my bush and my nuts against his chin... my dick gets hard quickly.

Two minutes tops and I'm saying, "OK, down on your forearms again" Bruce tongues out my cock picking one of my pubic hairs out of his mouth as he rest his forehead back down on his wrist, but he forgets to push up his ass. Well, this is another dominant teaching-opportunity so I walk around and swing my open hand from shoulder length coming down in an arc slapping across the side of his right buttocks, "SLAAAAP!" the flesh of his ass cheek quivers and goose bumps rise as he squeals out , "OWWWWWW!" and I get him with the second smack a little lower on the back of his thigh, "SLLAAAAPP!!!" and he lifts his head screaming, "Geoffrey, noooo! That stings..." I rub some hand lotion on his bright pink ass cheek saying sternly, "I'm going to be spanking you when you need it Bruce, so get used to it. I told you to keep your ass up so that it's available for me to fuck and you left it hanging down, looking at the floor..." He's like, "You're going to spank me..? Wha... I mean, my parents never even did that..." Rubbing more lotion on his ass, an ass that he's now keeping way high up, I say "You'll get your spankings from me when I think you need them. Your parents didn't spank you and they probably didn't fuck you either, but I'm going to do both." Then I stopped spreading the hand lotion and said, "Or, we can stop this whole thing right now if that's what you want. I won't spank you or fuck you... and I also won't do the bondage/leather thing with you in the future either, what do ya say?" I'm holding my hand away from his ass waiting for his answer. He only hesitates a second before mumbling, "Spank and fuck me then..." I heard him, but pretend I didn't, "Turn your head and say it louder so I can hear you, and say please" he cranes his head up and around to look at me and says, "I want you to please spank me and please fuck me and also please do the bondage stuff I like," I go, "Good boy, Bruce." He can't help but grin when I praise him which is a very good sign for me, but it also makes me like him more too, so I add, "Hey, you're going to like the stuff I do too, Bruce... we're both gonna have a hot time. Look at me Bruce" He cranes his head around again and I say, "Maybe you won't like the spankings, but I promise you'll really like me fucking you, OK?" He gives a shy grin and a nod of his head.

Ya know, this is almost too easy. Controlling a submissive boy like Bruce isn't hard but the thing is, I'm getting attached to him too. With a kid like Garrett, a sweet kid for sure, but maybe a tad too wimpy. Hey, maybe I'll get a chance to actually verify that he's too wimpy. With Bruce and especially with Dajuan it's mostly the sex that gets them in submissive frames of minds. Bruce is obviously more submissive in other parts of our relationship too, much more so than Dajuan, but not a push-over wishy/washy wimp either... he's that way when sex is involved obviously, but in everyday activities he's more normal. "I'm going to put lotion up your ass now Bruce" my finger was in him before I finished telling him that. He tightens his sphincter muscle on my finger but I push it in all the way to my knuckle anyway. Bruce says a quite "Oww" as I'm pulling out for more lotion, the second finger thrust is easier and the third slides in with Bruce making an "Ahhhh" sound inside his closed mouth, his head coming up off his forearms a little. I coat my boner with lotion, line it to his hole and hump forcefully forward, it pops in with a grunt and a "Ouhh ohhh", but no other protest. He's tight, this is one tight asshole, and in addition he's still tightening down his sphincter muscle. After waiting fifteen seconds or so I push in another inch and his whole body moves forward with his ass dropping, "Get you ass up, Bruce... keep it up or I'll spank you..." Up it comes, his head down again and I push in more than two inches this time with Bruce groaning, then mumbling "That hurts, Geoff.." I say "Give it a minute" which is how long I wait before pushing in the rest of the way "It feels so weird, Geoff... is this going the way it should?" He sounds scared so I reassure him in a nice way, "It's perfect, Bruce. You have a great ass, this is going to feel so good for you..." I see him nod his head again, he's big on the head nods, I say "You're doing good, Bruce... real good". His body seems to move all over somehow, a shudder or shake... I rub his back and sides saying, "Good boy, Bruce" them withdraw my cock as Bruce makes a "hisssssss"ing sound between his lips. Pushing back in it's still real tight but feeling so good on my cock I let a moan slip out. Then three pull backs and thrusts forward and it's soon going in and out smooth as silk.

Taking a chance, I ask "How's that feel, Bruce? Want me to stop now..." He goes, "Um, huh? Oh, nooo... you can ah, you know, try some more if you want to". It made me smile, but I didn't say anything, just grabbed his hips and did a steady half dozen humps up his ass with the last one being accompanied by a quiet "Ahhhhh ohhh" from Bruce as he pushed his ass up towards me with my last hump. I had him now so I picked up the ryhthm and started slamming my boner up his ass, Bruce making those "hissssssss"ing sounds through his teeth again. He was thrusting back against each of my penetration as the "slap" "slap" "slap" sound of my crotch smacking against his lotion-covered ass went on for four or five minutes, Bruce switching to "Ohh yeah... oh my God yeah" as the sensations built in his rectum... it made me curious as to how good it must feel being fucked by another boy although not curious enough to even imagine finding out. My balls began their journeys to the top of my scrotum, tight against the bottom of my super-hard pecker, me biting my lip now... it feels so good it's hard to believe, and then that sensation in my cock, my balls vibrating, squeaky sounds sneaking out of my voice box... any second now. And then, unexpectedly there goes Bruce. He got one hand back on his little cock and he's stroking himself jostling the both of us. It's a race as to who cums first... a race that I'll win easily, he just shot a big load of teen spunk twenty minutes ago. Oh my God, the feeling at the head of my cock is unreal, then it's climax time... I feel a great load of cum flying up from my balls, up the shaft of my boner to explode out the slit at the head of my cock... no feeling can match it. Spunk pouring out of my dick and up his asshole, real slippery in there now... "Ahhh fuck... yeeesss!" I groan out, as another great shot of spunk joins it's brothers swimming around in Bruce's ass... then another, and I'm left with all those shining black dots blinding my vision as the sensations of climax fire-up my nerve ending all around my pelvic area and then they shoot down my legs and up my torso... I'm blowing a long saliva-misted exhale through tightly closed lips. Fuck, that was awesome!... the sexual tension had been building all through the bondage deal. Then Bruce cries out, "Ahhhhhh" as a tiny load drips out of his cute little boned up cock, he's still pulling his pud, his body in constant motion. I'm slowing down, dizzy actually... it was more than just the build-up from that dominant bondage thing, there was the blow job and now this awesome tight-ass fuck, and the thought of taking Bruce's cherry... it all made for a fantastic climax... this gay sex rocks like nothing else. Bruce was still stroking himself but slower now, I humped him twice more then slowly pulled out hearing a weak, "no... don't..." from Bruce. Wow, that went fabulously... he's mine now.

"Come on, Bruce... you can get up now" I say as I'm pulling him up with my grip under his armpits. It's wet there but we're both sweaty and he doesn't smell bad, it's just perspiration. When he's up he goes right back to that clinging thing where he hugs me tightly. He's saying, "You were right, Geoff. It felt so good I can't believe it... you're like my, my something... my idol I think." I go, "Good boy, Bruce. Come on, let's lay on your bed and catch our breath". A couple minutes ago he said I was his hero, now I'm his idol... he's got a big crush on me... major fucking crush. Bruce docilely follows me over and we get on top of his bedspread, still completely naked. Bruce molds himself against me and I put my arms around him mumbling, "You my boy, Bruce?" he's nodding his head saying, "I guess I am, Geoff... guess I'm your boy alright." I quietly say, "You guess you're my boy, or you are my boy?" He says, "I'm your boy, Geoff... from now on I know to do what you tell me, but it's our secret, right?" I go, "Absolutely, Bruce" and I reach around to grab his little cock and balls, asking "Who owns this package, Bruce?" Putting it in the form of a question, he mumbles "You?" and I go "Good boy" as I squeeze his nuts and give him a kiss on the side of his face. After a bit he sighs and gets so relaxed against me he falls asleep. Well, it is after midnight, but lets get under the fucking covers or something... first though I gotta take a piss and I'm dying of thirst too.

Letting him sleep for a few minutes I'm thinking how easy it was to get Bruce under my spell, but he's using me too... he has no other partner for that bondage, leather fetish of his. Hmmm, I wonder how much Bruce is truly being submissive to me and how much he's simply insuring I'll play the bondage games with him. It brought a smile to my lips to think that maybe he's playing me almost as much as I'm doing him... complicated, but fun, fun, fun. After awhile nature's call was too urgent to ignore so I pull his hair a little in the back, little pulls whispering, "Bruce, Bruce... wake-up". He does, he shudders and tries to get tighter up against me. I go, "No... listen, I gotta take a leak and I need to brush my teeth and get some water or something to drink. Then you need to lock your bedroom door." "Sure thing, Geoff" he sleepily mumbles as he rolls away from me and off the bed... damn, I miss the feel of his body and that surprised me. I'd stupidly forgotten my toothbrush so while I'm peeing he's unwrapping a new toothbrush saying, "The dental hygienist gives me a new toothbrush every time I get my teeth cleaned, but I use an electric sonic toothbrush so I got a pile of these regular ones in my medicine chest" and he hands it to me with a tube of toothpaste. I'm thinking "What the fuck's a sonic toothbrush? and... he gets his teeth cleaned at the dentist? Wonder how often and much it cost..."

Bruce slips into a bathrobe and goes downstairs coming back with four bottles of spring water. Sitting on his bed, I say, "I used your mouthwash, get it and put it on the night stand here, we'll need it in the morning." He looks puzzled, then just does what he's told. I hear a strange humming sound when he's brushing his teeth, odd. After drinking an entire bottle of water I get under the covers and Bruce is soon standing by the bed sheepishly asking, "Can I sleep with you?" I go, "Where else would you sleep?" He goes "Huh?" and I chuckle and say, "Oh, alright, but lock the bedroom door first". "Oh yeah"... that done, he crawls into bed with me and gets up against me mumbling, "Do you think I'm being a fairy because I like you hugging me while we go to sleep?" I say, "Yeah, a little, but I'll hug ya anyway because you've been real good tonight". He actually sighs contentedly at that outlandish comment from me, but what the hell... I guess it's his nature and maybe I'm over estimating Bruce's deviousness... maybe he's as submissive as he seems, no acting involved. Oh well, he's got a nice double bed here so we've got plenty of room, but with him in my arms like this, my twin bed at home would actually be big enough. We're still damp but his hair's dry and I'm hooked on the texture, different from Dajuan's as I've said... not sure which of my submissive boys' hair I like better, they're both pretty nice in their own way. Bruce wanted to talk a little about his "pussy act" as he put it, I told him not to worry about it, that I like him fine and I'm not thinking badly of him for being sort of submissive. Ha ha, I'm thinking "sort of!" how about totally submissive. I like it though, and I like him too. If he enjoys it, what's the harm? and who's to tell him how he should enjoy his sex? He's the best judge of that.

We had a good night's sleep. I woke up once during the night, Bruce's face was up against mine, his breath still toothpasty but it probably wouldn't be in the morning. I looked at him in the moonlight coming in through the windows and thought, this kid is awfully cute and he more or less belongs to me, certainly as far as sex is concerned, so ain't I lucky! Before falling back to sleep I thought ... it's hard to imagine me going from this gay situation back to girls, and the realization was shocking in it's obviousness. Some hours later bright sunshine through those same windows woke us up. Instead of using just the mouthwash we both got up, peed first, and then brushed our teeth, after which I said "Get the hand lotion, Bruce" He quietly says, "Yes, Geoff... do you want me on my hands and knees again?" I said "No, I'm going to fuck you in bed this morning". Bruce goes, "Oh!" and from me "Good Boy". I'm thinking, nah... that's no act, he likes being submissive to me.

to be continued....

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