Joey had never slept as well as he did, cradled in Bill's arms. Bill kept a hand over one of Joey's sensitive nips, and he would occasionally play with it during the night, or he would wake up for a minute, and Joey would feel a very soft kiss on his ear, but beyond that, Bill just made him feel safe and secure. They would laugh in the morning about Bill's "death grip." The man was , to Joey, surprisingly strong, and getting out of that grip to go to the bathroom, wasn't easy. When he'd get back into bed, Bill would hold onto him even tighter, like he thought Joey was going to leave. Sometimes, Joey would just lie on Bill's chest and fall asleep there. Bill's chest hair always made him feel like he was sleeping in a meadow, or on a grassy field. He loved it. He wanted to reach up and lick Bill's nips, but he didn't know what that would do to Bill. The man HAD made it clear that he was in charge, and Joey respected that. He dreamed about what it would be like to REALLY have Bill in charge: working for him, taking orders, and either being rewarded - or punished - for what he did. Joey smiled at the last thought. Somehow, he thought, being punished by Bill would be fun. That Saturday morning, Joey woke up first. How THAT happened, he didn't know. Maybe he was nervous about brunch that day. Overnight, Bill had kicked off most of his blankets. He was still sleeping, and there was a slight smile on his face - and his cock was hard. Joey smiled. He might get in trouble, but... maybe not.. He moved down , very slowly, and took Bill's cock in his mouth. He had guessed that Bill was having some kind of erotic dream , and he was right. Bill was dreaming about having Joey tied down, his legs in the air, and pounding him. So when Joey took him in his mouth, he just moaned.
"DAMN you're flexible Joey. How you can do that when you're tied up, I don't know." He spoke in his sleep. Joey heard enough to hear "Joey... when you're tied up" and he got hard himself. He put his hand on his own cock, as he went down on Bill. He was really enjoying the feel of Bill's cock in his throat, and the thought that HE was in charge right now, so he didn't see Bill's eyes open. Or the smile on Bill's face.
"Trying to get a smoothie for breakfast Joey?" Bill ran his fingers through Joey's messy hair. He looked up.
"OH. Good morning. Sorry Sir. It just looked so... well... inviting, and I wanted to make sure your dream was good."
"Who told you to stop?" "Yes sir." Joey smiled and started sucking again. Now, Bill had his hand on the back of Joey's neck, and he pushed him down, or pulled him back. Joey felt Bill getting harder and harder. He thought the man was going to shoot into his throat. Instead , Bill pulled him back.
"You got me nice and wet Joey. Get on all fours. I'm gonna fuck you . Joey was still sore from the prior fucking, and he was going to say something, until he saw Bill's face. He did NOT want to cross this man.
"Yes sir." Joey rested on his elbows and knees, as Bill got behind him. No condom this time, he started sliding into Joey. The boy had gotten him wet enough to get in without lube. Bill WAS horny, and the feel of Joey's warm ass was rousing him even more.
"Oh.... OH... God Sir. It hurts. "OH..." Joey was whining, and Bill was not changing his pace. Instead, he reached under Joey and grabbed his cock. He began to slide back and forth, very slowly. He whispered into Joey's ear "This time, I'm finishing first. That's the way it's supposed to be boy."
"YES SIR." Joey couldn't remember Bill calling him boy before, and it got him hot. Bill knew it too. He felt Joey get thicker, and longer in his hand. He whispered again. "I'm fucking my pretty boy Joey. MY boy."
The "MY" got Joey even more excited. He wanted to make this man happy, so he instinctively tightened his ass cheeks.
"OH YOU SNEAK. YOU PLAY DIRTY...' Bill shoved harder, and began shooting into Joey. He couldn't see Joey smiling. He was figuring out a lot of things, and one thing he had just figured out, was how to please his topman. He tried something else.
"Please finish me off Sir. Please jerk your boy. Please.. let your bottom boy cum. PLEASE SIR. " AAAAAYAAAAAA came out of Joey's mouth as he lost control and jizzed crazily. He tried to spin around to hug Bill, but Bill still had his cock under control. Then he released it, and rolled Joey over, and kissed him.
"Angel boy My sweet sweet angel boy, who fucks like the devil." Joey smiled and kissed him back. "Can I do something to make you happier, Master?"
He had never used that word before, and Bill smiled. The boy was learning.
"Just lay there, sweet boy. Just lay there, so I can hold you a little."
As they recovered from the unexpected love making, Bill asked "Joey, you're not naturally smooth. I know because I can see the hairs growing back." "No Sir. We shaved for competition and.. well, I guess I just got into the habit." "Do you shave yourself, or does a team buddy do it." "Well, Sir, when I was competing, we'd take turns shaving each other. Now though, I'm doing it myself." Bill smiled. "when someone else was shaving you, did you get excited?" Joey blushed. "Yes sir. We all did. We used to shave naked to see who got hardest. He was "queer for a day." Bill laughed. "Some things never change." He paused. "But you're hairy Joey. I can see that. Do you like shaving?" "I don't know Sir. It seems I've been shaving since I had chest hair, I don't know what I like . We just did it." Bill had a wicked look on his face, and he twisted one of Joey's nipples, until he moaned.
"I have an idea, angel boy. Let's let this hair grow in. If you like it, and I like it, it'll stay. If not, I'll shave it." "What if you like it but I don't?" Bill smiled. "What do you think?" "It stays Sir?" "That's right Joey. Party's not over, by any means, but you gotta start learning what it means to be my boy." "Yes sir. " Bill smiled. "Right now... It just means...." YOU GET TICKLED LIKE I SAID YOU WOULD"
Joey's baritone rose to a high tenor as Bill dug his fingers into Joey's ribs and pits. 'STAAAP. STAAAP. How'd you feel if I tickled YOU like that SIR." Bill wasn't impressed and dug in more. "But you're NOT. Because you're my boy."
"HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH." Bill had found out that Joey's belly was incredibly tickish, and if he got his grip just the right way, Joey was like a turtle on his back. Totally, completely helpless. Through his laughs, Joey gasped out "Please Sir. Give me something to do today. Let me prove I can be a good boy for you." Bill stopped. Something was churning in this boy's head. He had to make sure it stuck.
"After brunch, and after you study, you're gonna pull out all my shoes, and polish them. You're gonna do a good job, too." "Yes sir. I'll do my best." "I'll find something else for you to do on Sunday. But Saturday, is gonna be polish day. Ok, Angel boy?" "You're the boss Sir. Of course it's ok."
After they had done their gym trip, and had a small breakfast because of the brunch with Adam and Kevin later, Bill gave Joey a look. "Get your physics book, and call your dad. " Joey made a face "Can I get a spanking instead Sir?" GET THE BOOK AND GET ON THE PHONE?" Bill wasn't kidding around, and Joey knew it. There was an extension, and Bill was listening.
"Hey dad, it's Joey here." "JOEY! Is something wrong?" It's the answer every Italian American kid expects when they call home without a plan. "Uh, no Dad. I was calling because, well, I need help with my homework, and I thought..." "My COLLEGE man is asking his dad for help with homework? Has the world ended?" Joey laughed "Uh, no Dad. I'm taking Physics. The class is on mechanics and they give us problems to do, and since, well, I thought.." Bill could hear Mr. Schiavo laugh. "Ok son, give it a try." Joey recited a problem from his homework, and he tried to describe the picture that came with it. Bill almost laughed when he heard Dad's answer
"Well, I have no idea why you'd do it THAT way, except if you didn't have to worry about money, but this is how I'd do it." He laid out how to address the problem, without knowing the formulas. Joey took notes.
"Thanks Dad. Just two more." "SHOOT. " He heard his dad yell "Hey, Phyl, Joey's on the phone. We're studying together. " "You gotta talk to your mom when we're done." "Uh, ok." Bill was wondering if every family were like this.
They went over the next two problems, and then they were done. "Dad, thanks. This is a big help." "So, what's going on son? Any competitions coming up?" Joey paused. Bill had drilled him on this. "Dad, I had a minor setback, so I can't compete this semester. My scholarship is good, but I won't be on the floor.' He heard his mom "JOEY. YOU'RE HURT?" "No Ma, I'm not. But the doctor thought that if I tumble, I could cause serious injury so , I had to stop. "THANK GOD that doctor found it. I know you'd still be doing it. We could never keep you pinned down." Joey blushed when he saw Bill smile.
"So, Mom, Dad, I also wanna tell you something else. The scholarship is great, but it doesn't give my any pocket money." "You need money Joe? I'll figger out a way to get you some," came out of his father. "Salt of the earth," thought Bill "This explains a lot." "No, no, what I did was: I got a part time job for the pocket money." "A JOB? JOEY, are you still getting your homework and studying done?" "Uh, yeah mom. The guy who I'm working for - he's an alum and , well, he makes sure that I study a few hours a day when I'm working." "WHAT A NICE MAN. Maybe we'll meet him ." "Mom, he speaks Italian." "HOW NICE! Now we have to meet him." "Well, the job: it's as his personal assistant, and he works odd hours. So, if it's ok with you, I was gonna move into his house so that I can get the work done. It's only about a 15 minute ride to the school, and ... it's a really big house." "What does he do Joey?" "He's in real estate. He buys and sells houses Dad." "GOOD BOY. You're smart! Real estate is where the money is. I'm glad you got the job . So if you leave the dorms, are they gonna give you some of the scholarship back?" "Uh, no, it doesn't work that way, but it's ok Mom, it's ok. My tuition is paid for, I have a place to live, and I'll be making more money.' "What's his name Joey?" "His name isBill Scott." "Don't sound Italian." "Oh, he's not. But he had the same Italian teacher I had, and he lived in Italy, so I can practice my homework with him." "Is he around? Can we talk to him?" "Uh, let me see." Joey looked pleadingly at Bill who gave him a thumbs up. "Yeah, he's available. Let me put him on the phone." Bill got on the phone: "Signora Schiavo. Signore Schiavo Mi chiamo Bill. Piacere. " Joey heard some rapid fire Italian back and forth for about five minutes, and saw Bill laugh a few times.
"Your mom wants to say goodbye Joey." Bill gave an Italian farewell to them "a presto" - until next time- and Joey was back with his folks.
"Bill sounds like such a nice man Joey. Work hard. He said you're the best one he's had." Joey blushed. "We're getting along mom. " "Ok, baby boy. You take care. Call your dad if you need more help." "I will papa. Grazie mille. Baci..."
Joey put down the phone and took a deep breath. Bill began to applaud as he came over, and hugged Joey from behind. "Know what your mom told me? "No Sir, what?" "She told me you trust people too much, and she hoped that, as a businessman, I'd show you not to." "Yeah, that's my mom. What else." He laughed. "She told me if I'm ever missing any peanut butter candy, check your breath. You probably stole it."
"BUSTED." Joey laughed. "You got any Reese's around here?" "I'll pick some up tomorrow. " Then he hugged Joey tight. "Your folks are golden. I hope you know that." Joey began to cry. "I do Sir. You know, someone once told me I was blessed to have them, and then I fucked things up here at school. Then I met you. It's like God keeps on putting really good people in front of me." Bill whispered. "that's because at your core, Joey, you're a really, REALLY good person. One of the best. Don't ever forget that. Now, I'm gonna go and get my meds, and you're gonna go get dressed for this brunch.
"How should I dress Sir?" Bill paused for a minute. "Well, I'm not gonna tell you WHAT to wear. It's a little stylish, and remember: you're trying to show Adam that you're doing well. Kevin's gonna be wearing whatever he wore to work yesterday. That's just how he is. So... I'd say dress as if you were trying to impress a friend. " He smiled. "Cause I'll be there, and you will be."
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Joey came out of the bedroom in a snug , dark red polo shirt, and a pair of tight white pants.
"Good Lord Joey. It looks like you're trying to do more than impress." He smiled as he came over and hugged Bill. "I am Sir. I want everyone in that restaurant to be jealous of you. Now... how about you return the favor, and make every boy in that place jealous of me?" "I like how this kid thinks" Bill kept to himself. But he went into the bedroom and pulled out a blazer, a blue buttondown, and what he called his "sophisticated black jeans." "Hey, if I'm gonna be a sugar daddy, may as well look it, " he thought as he finished up. He swallowed his pills and joined Joey.
"Well?" Joey smiled. "I'd go home with you Sir."
Adam was already at the restaurant and met them. He gave Joey the once over, and then looked away. "Hey. Kevin's running late, nothing new there." He held out his hand. "Mr Scott, nice to see you again." "Adam, likewise. How's it going. Did your experiment in biochem go well?" "So so. I lost half the clones, but the other half are showing the diversity. There may be a paper out of this." "GOOD FOR YOU. It'll look great on the grad school application." Joey realized they were talking WAY over his head, and then Kevin ran in. "Sorry I'm late. Had a call from a client." He was wrinkled, badly shaven, and seemed to have forgotten to comb his hair. When they sat down and the server brought menus, Adam spoke
"I don't know why they bother giving you a menu," he turned to Kevin. "you get the same thing every time." "I LIKE oatmeal and berries. What's wrong with that?" Adam rolled his eyes. They make crepes. They make omelets. Geez, Kevin, they have a breakfast steak. It's 2. You're eating OATMEAL." He saw Adam pout. "But I love you for it." He gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Joe, what you gonna eat now that training is over?" Joey was looking at the menu. He saw the burger, and wanted it badly, but remembered he was wearing white pants. "Maybe a spinach omelet." "Good choice. Their fries are good." "Oh, I'm not gonna eat the fries." Bill looked at him. "Why not? You worked out this morning." Joey blushed. "I forgot. I still think I'm in training. They were off menu." They're on menu now, Joey. Have em if you want." Bill put his hand on Joey's thigh, and Joey squeezed it. He wished Bill would call him "angel boy' in front of Adam, but he didn't think he would.
It was a busy place, and they were there for a while. Near the end of the meal though, Bill smiled. He put his hand on Joey's shoulder. "Folks, it was really great to see you and Kevin, when you have time, let's do this again. But now, Angel boy has to get home. He has a novel to finish and an essay to write in Italian."
Adam smiled and texted Joey "Angel boy? You got him wrapped around your finger, stud."
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"Nice brunch. I'm glad you have Adam. He seems like a good friend." Bill spoke as he drove. Joey had had two mimosas at lunch, and Bill wasn't gonna let him drive home. "Adam's a good guy. " He began to cry. "JOEY. What did I say?" Joey was shaking his head "no, no no. I was thinking at that table, you know, he could have kept you to himself, and then, well, I wouldn't ever have met you. I lucked out. Kevin is ok, but you're well, can I say you're a cool guy Sir?" Bill laughed, and he laughed hard. "Joey, I think every day you say something that makes me blush. I think things happen the way they're supposed to happen, which means we would have met sooner or later. And let me tell you: I would've sent Kevin packing in a couple of weeks. I like him. He's smart. But I've known him for a while. Too much of a plotter for me. "
"He IS a plotter " said Joey. "We're all always wondering what's behind what he says."
"So, you think you lucked out with me, and you think I'm cool?"
"Rad is what we'd say at school Sir."
They were at a red light. Bill looked at Joey: "are you falling in love with me Angel Boy?"
"I think I already have Sir."
"Well, the feeling is mutual."
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When they got home, Bill told Joey "Now, you're gonna get your studying done before we do anything else today, angel boy. Those clothes can't be comfortable to study in, so change out if you like. I'm gonna go and do some paperwork in my office, and maybe take a short nap, but I'll set the alarm. " He came over and kissed Joey on the forehead.
"I meant what I said Sir." "I know you did sweetie. I don't think you lie very well. I meant what I said too."
Joey went to the study and pulled out his books. He hadn't really looked around the room before, other than the trophies. He saw all the books, and the beautiful furniture . He saw a small section on gay sex, and the titles themselves were arousing. He pulled himself away. He didn't want to disappoint Bill. He pulled out Vanity Fair, and got to work. And in less than an hour, he was finished. He pulled out his history textbook. Dry as can be, but he did what Bill had suggested he do. He called up a google program to look up words that he didn't know, and he wrote down questions he wanted to ask the teacher. He worked hard. And when he finished that assignment, he went back to the titles. He saw one "Training your boy," and another one "Care and Feeding of your slave." He didn't open them. They kind of scared him. He walked out of the study and the house was quieter than he ever knew it to be. He wondered where Bill was, and he wandered off to the bedroom. He found Bill there. He WAS napping. He had stripped down to his boxers, and he was laying on the bed, snoring very softly.
Joey slipped out of his tank top and his shorts. He found a spot in the crook of Bill's right arm. Bill woke for a second, smiled at Joey, and wrapped him in his arms. Joey was asleep in less than ten minutes. For the hour they slept together, Joey didn't have a dream, or wake up. He did smile a lot - Bill noticed it because he woke up 15 minutes before Joey, and lie there, thinking "he's the one. I think he's the one. I've got to get him moved in here. Soon."