+++I will not fulfill my promise of a good hot story if there is even one boy under 18 years old, so you might as well leave, otherwise you will be staring at an empty screen...git!
I am going to reveal to you, my special friends, a deep secret and a special talent I have never revealed to anyone.
First off, howdy, I'm Fred, plain Fred, 32 years old, former college quarterback, still hunky and strong. I have strong sexual appetites, but for me there has to more than just sex. My target boy has to lose all his pride, his entire ego and be bent into the shape I want. The process is most of the fun.
I manage a sports store, never mind the name. I choose this to be close to my jock interests. The same motive brings high school jocks seeking jobs to apply here. They can't bear to be away from basketballs, exercise equipment, athletic supporters and other sport gear. It's their interest...their life. So kiddies, into my web drift the finest of young men. They have to pass me to get the job.
Right now with the busy season coming on, area manager says we need to put on a new clerk to help me. Oh yeah! And do I need help. Let me relate the whole way this played out.
It's an hour before store opens at ten AM. The first guy called yesterday and I told him to come here at this time. "Yessir," he says. Thanks a good sign of a clay-boy who can be molded. There's a tap-tap on the front glass door. My fly is out there, his resume in his big jock hand, his expression eager to please, just a if I was the coach. Yeah, I am, but I coach a different sport, one he will have to learn.
This is an excellent boy. He's smiley, and has big-eyes, and light brown hair in waves. His baby face belies his manly physique, good muscles stretching baby soft, hairless skin.
"Good morning, Mr. Fred."
I grunt, "You might try sir."
He immediately reddens, realizing that he made a mistake. "I'm very sorry...sir."
Ah nice, he is falling into the role I want. Always keep them off center, even perplexed.
His name is Randy. Can you believe it?
Randy is standing there, swaying a bit, not sure of what he should do. His eyes are taking in the equipment around the place, finally he croaks, "I'm on the soccer team."
"Yes I can see you have well developed legs. How come you wore shorts to an interview?" Hah, off center again.
He is really red now, even the V of his chest that shows is red. Now I quickly shift gears. "Sit down Randy, boy. I have a few questions to ask you."
He sits, jock style. You know what that is: legs spread wide to allow room for his balls to breath. "How do you feel when your squad wins."
He looks at me in surprise and breaks into a alpha male grin. "It's great. I'm all puffed up and glad we did it to the poor bastard losers."
"Oh, you think it helps to demean the other team; it helps you win?"
"Well not exactly, but when you can make 'em into girls, it helps you win."
I charged gears fast, "Are you a virgin?"
He actually jumped at the question and began stuttering. "Do you have to know that for the job?"
Very firmly I replied, "Yes I do. And I have other questions for you that you may not like, but if you want the job......"
There was a long pause. "I guess you could say that I haven't had intercourse yet, but I'm working on it."
"You shithead" I bawled at him. Here you are a campus hero, handsome and too scared to insist on your rights as a conquering male. You are nothing but a weenie, a little boy."
His head hung down. Shame it the gateway to submission. There, I said it. "Was your father hard on you?"
Wow, that question really stirred up a storm of remembrances. The play of expressions on his pretty face was something to see. Finally, he decided on what he might reveal. "He was tough, but fair, I think."
"Was it your daddy who insisted that you play soccer while you would rather sit in the shade and read a book?"
"Yeah I guess so. He was an ex-marine, used to obedience."
I rose and my hand on the kid's shoulder, and spoke in a gentle, reassuring voice. "Did he hit you, son?"
Tear welled up in his eyes, and his full, pink mouth trembling. He said "Yes," in a barely audible voice.
"And did the coach treat you like you could be had sexually? Did he squeeze your mellow ass, like this, and stroke your tits, like this?"
Randy stood up and started to back away. I knew that in a minute he would hightail it out of here and I would lose him. "Randy!" I almost shouted. "Never leave without my permission." He turned back and I could see that he was quite distraught and his eyes were spilling over and down his boyish cheeks.
I came over and drew him into my warm arms and pushed his wet face into my crook of my neck. I spoke softly into his perfect ears, "Don't worry boy, I will treat you right and protect you. You want me to be happy and like you, don't you?"
He shook his head again my neck. This was a people pleaser, someone who wanted everyone to love him. "Yes....sir."
"Okay then, get down on your knees and put your face in my crouch."
"Wha?"
"Do it!!"
He was destined to obey any strong man. He was conditioned by his fierce father and his bossy, and seductive coach. I was to become the beneficiary of all that manipulation. He let out a sigh, a long one, as if he had been holding his breath for years and sunk down on his knees and put his face in my crotch and breathed in the smell.
I patted his face, "That's it, you want to be my boy, don't you." He nodded, "Then open my fly and take out the prize."
He used both hands to open the zipper and reached and extricated my cock that was nearing its big size, the foreskin not yet contracted, but the cherry red, moist and fragrant head was exposed. "Lick the head, there is something sweet for a good boy."
He swiped his clean red tongue over the tip. I had to steel myself no to moan out loud. I had conquered him. The rest was routine. "Take it into your mouth and lick it, do it now!" He was no longer a thinking human, he was an appliance to please me and he loved his role. He became avid with his tongue and lips, moving me deeper into his hot mouth and throat and suckling and licking like madman. I felt my orgasm coming on and I steeled myself not to cum. I finally took two hands and pushed hard on his shoulders. My cock popped out of this mouth and he fell backwards, sprawled on his haunches.
His mouth was still in the position of sucking. I was pleased by the saliva dripping. He had become a suck pig. But his expression was one of questioning. He couldn't understand why he had his bottle taken from him. He was in the perfect mind-set for my next move. "Get undressed and lay on my desk, on your back, with your legs in the air."
He looked at me with fear. There was no doubt that he had thought of this before and now he was facing it, he was terrified, yet his terror was tempered by his trust in men and his drive to do as I ask.
There was one moment I thought he would just decide that he wouldn't do it, but then with a look of resignation he began undressing. I almost laughed in victory....my team had one the game.
In a few moments his jock beauty was revealed. I feasted on him. His strong chest, hairless and muscled was a delight, especially those large pink areolas and tits. His stomach was tight and flat and added to the impressive display of his generous, pink, cut penis and the perfect balls that hung below, two firm testicles well outlined. My eyes swept over the swell of his rump with, surprisingly, a fine fuzzy crop of blond hair.
He needed help. His cock was half hard and he had lost that propulsion to please. I grabbed his strong shoulder and pressed against his chest and he sank backwards onto the desk. I quickly undressed myself. He stared hotly at my athletic build and my large prong standing ready for battle.
I lifted his strong legs and put one cute jock ankle at my hip and secured them with my arms. He was now revealing his secret place. The halves of his pretty ass were muscular and separate. Between them lay his hairless asshole. It had that relaxed look of begging to be fucked. I know that look from years of training boys.
I moved forward and put the head of my cock against his ass hole. "It's your decision jock-boy. Are you ready to be fucked? Do you want Freddie to make you a happy boy?"
He grunted an animalistic yes and amazingly grabbed his own ass cheeks and held them apart, the supreme acceptance of domination. I wasted no time and put the head in. When he felt that, his body began to sweat profusely. I could smell the delicious perfume of body odor. Sweat dripped into his ass crack and eased my way. He was breathing like a bellows, the boy was both stimulated and terrified. It was just so delicious.
I took his cherry. I moved further into his white hot hole, then in and out quickly, giving his young nut-like prostate at rubbing. I looked at him. His eyes were actually rolling. I had never seen anything like that. His mouth was pursed as if to kiss a phantom. Finally I heard a straggled voice, "Go faster. I think I'm going to cum."
I crowed out loud and moved out and then slimmed in, then proceeded to give the boy and first fucking he would never forget. I was imprinting myself on his sexuality and he would be my jock-boy to have whenever I wanted.
He was beginning to gently fuck against my cock, his face screwed into intensive concentration to achieve his orgasm. To help, I reached over the flicked my thumb over his virgin tits, bring them to a hard erection, the skin around them puckered and hard. He moaned loudly and fell over the edge. I saw his cock, lying across his belly lift up and the head redded to a deeper shade. At first a smell spurt was omitted and landed on his abs and filled his belly button. Then the second, a might spurt coated his chin with soccer spooge. At that moment my eyes closed involuntarily as I was overtaken with my own ejaculation, warming his chute and causing his last throes of orgasm.
The smell of sperm filled my small office. Randy lay, his feet no longer held so they hung to the floor. His eyes were closed. I thought he might be having that after fuck embarrassment that comes to some lads, but instead he began to smile. "That was outstanding...sir. If I get the job, I hope we can do that often."
I handed him a towel. "Yes boy. Now get dressed. There will be customers coming soon."
Randy stayed with me the whole summer, but alas, he had to leave to resume his school and athletic career. But never fear, there were always other boys. In fact, Randy's last day he came to my partly opened office door to wave goodbye and heard me say to a big hefty footballer, "Are you a virgin?" Randy smiled and gave me a salute.
End
Now you may think that Fred was evil, but there is the ying and yang of it. For every master, there is a slave. Fred's genius was that he could read the boys that he interviewed.