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I have several stories about "The Man In Charge," that I wrote a number of years ago. I was trying to make some money writing stories for the male skin mags. But they had a very strict rule about "NO BDSM". So the challenge was to make them "authoritarian" without any explicit B or D.
THE MAN IN CHARGE
by TY SHANNON
I leaned over the pool table to line up my shot -- a thin cut
on the 8-ball at the far end of the table. As I focused on the
8-ball, I noticed a pair of jeans move up to the edge of the table,
with the crotch showing just above the rail.
I realized immediately that I was not concentrating on the
shot, so I stood up and chalked the cue again, and looked at the man
standing there. I was impressed. He was ruggedly handsome, with a
neatly trimmed moustache and close-cut hair, just graying at the
temples. His eyes sparkled as he looked at me, and I checked out
his body. Since it was summer he wore no shirt, and I could see
hard muscles in his shoulders and arms. His stomach was a little
soft, but overall he was a very attractive man.
I didn't want to show too much interest, so I bent down over
the table again. I ignored him and lined up the shot, stroked
it easily, and pocketed the 8-ball. Then I leaned back against the
wall and waited for the next guy in line to insert his quarters.
The stranger stepped up to me and shook my hand. "My name's
Walt," he said, "That was a nice shot." His voice was low and
quiet and confident, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
"Thanks. I'm Dave." He stood in the corner and watched as I
started the next game.
I looked him over carefully during the next half-hour. His
jeans fitted him snugly, and I could see lean muscles in his thighs
and a nicely shaped ass. He had a natural tan and a sexy trail of
hair down across his stomach, disappearing into his jeans. He moved
like an athlete, and carried himself like he knew exactly where his
head was at.
I'm 24, but had only been coming out to the bar for about 4
months. My experiences with men had been limited but intense, and
up to now I had always chosen men my own age to fuck around with --
but this Walt was something else. I had the feeling he could
probably teach me a lot.
I finally got stitched on the 8-ball and lost a game, and had
to give up the table. As I started to walk away, Walt came up to me
and asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"
I smiled back at him. "Sure."
But then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Why don't we
go up to my place? We can have a couple beers and talk some, and
get to know each other better."
This guy didn't waste any time. But that sexy voice and his
macho good looks warmed my guts, so I told him, "Sounds good to me."
We left, and I followed him to his house -- up on a hill and
set back in the woods a little ways. Really neat.
He got us each a beer from the fridge, and we sat on the porch
for a while and talked. I could almost sense his eyes undressing me,
and felt an urgency in my balls. So I was ready when he finally
suggested, "Let's go upstairs. I want to see you naked."
Up in the bedroom, he sat down in a chair and looked up at
me. "Go ahead, Dave, take `em off."
He made me feel a little nervous about this, but it was clear
that he was taking charge. So I stepped out of my sneakers and
quickly stripped off my T-shirt and my jeans. I hesitated and
looked at him. "The socks," he said. So I sat on the bed and
removed them, and then stood before him wearing just my bikini
shorts.
He sat there and studied me, his eyes traveling slowly up and
down my frame. I'm only about 5'10 and 150, but I keep myself lean
and tight. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen and bulge
inside my shorts as he stared at my body, and I resisted the
temptation to cover my crotch with my hands.
Finally he stood up and came over to me. Placing his hands on
my shoulders, he steered me towards a tall mirror hanging on the
wall. He stood behind me as I looked in the mirror -- he was almost
a head taller than me. He gazed into my eyes in the mirror and
spoke, "Raise your hands behind your head." I did as he asked, and
could see how that stretched the muscles in my chest and arms. His
hands grasped my hips and I felt his belt buckle pressed against my
back, but his eyes never left my body. "Tighten your stomach." I
obeyed, and my abdomen rippled in the dim light. I tensed my
biceps, too, and a little smile crossed his lips. "Yeah, Dave,
that's the way to do it."
Then, as we both watched in the mirror, his hands began
caressing my body -- over my chest and down my stomach. One hand
played and tugged at my nipples while the other slid down inside my
tight shorts. Blood surged into my cock, and it stiffened up so
that the head peeped out above the cloth. I felt the warm skin of
his chest pressed against my back, and his jeans rubbing on my ass
as he pulled me tighter against him. I moaned quietly in my throat
-- I enjoyed what he was doing to me, and I was beginning to realize
that it turned me on to watch it in the mirror.
Shortly his hands slid down my hips, inside my shorts, and
slowly -- slowly -- pushed them downwards. My rigid shaft began to
appear -- and then my balls, and my prick stood up stiffly in the
night air. He quickly stripped the shorts the rest of the way
off and I stepped out of them.
His big hand moved down to my naked crotch and began to play
with me -- caressing my balls and rubbing over my dick. Grasping it
gently, he began to stroke it. "That's a gorgeous cock, Dave."
"Thank you. I like it." We both laughed at that. My prick
is almost 9" and quite thick, with a dark-pink, circumsized head. I
was pretty proud of it, and I was glad that he appreciated it.
But soon he swung me around to face him and I let my hands drop
to my sides. He leaned forward and kissed me, and I just stood
there and enjoyed it. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I
opened my mouth as his tongue flitted across my teeth.
Then he looked into my eyes. "So how do you wanta do this,
Dave?"
I hesitated a moment and then told him, "However you'd like, I
guess."
"You want me to take charge?"
"Yeah. I'd like that." I was feeling very comfortable with
him, and really wanted him to do things to my body. Somehow I just
knew he would make it a great night -- for both of us.
"Are you sure, boy?"
"Yes, sir." My gut told me that was the response he wanted.
"That's good, boy. You just do what I tell you and we'll get
along fine."
"Yes, sir."
He stepped away from me. "Stand up straight, boy. Hands
behind your head again." I did as he ordered. "Spread your feet a
little." Again I obeyed, and felt my balls and cock hanging freely
between my thighs.
He spent several minutes exploring my body. His hands moved
over my flesh, squeezing and prodding and testing, and my hard cock
bounced in front of me. "That's a nice body, boy. You keep it in
good shape, and I like that."
"Thank you, sir."
One hand caressed and tugged at my ass cheeks. "And you have
a gorgeous ass."
"Yes, sir. I've been told that before."
I felt his finger exploring into my crack and then gently
teasing my asshole. He kissed my neck and spoke softly, "Have you
ever been fucked, boy?"
"No, sir." That was something I had wanted to try, but I
always shied away from actually doing it.
Smiling, he said, "Well, that's something you can look
forward to."
Finally he stepped in front of me. "Okay, boy, you can
undress me now."
At last I was going to see his body. I knelt and removed his
sneakers and socks, and then carefully tugged his jeans down and
took them off. I folded them and placed them neatly on a chair -- I
wanted to do it right for him.
But when I reached for his undershorts he pushed my hands
away. "That's not how you do it, boy. On your knees, with your
hands behind your back."
I wasn't sure what he had in mind but I did what he told me
to. I stared at the bulge in his shorts and licked my lips in
anticipation. "Now take them off, boy -- use your teeth." It took
me a moment to realize what he wanted, but then I leaned forward and
brought my face up to his crotch. A strong, erotic man-scent
entered my nostrils, causing my dick to get harder. God, I
wanted his cock!
His white briefs fitted snugly around his hips, and I knew that
I would have to be careful not to pinch his flesh. I moved my lips
to one thigh and gently gripped the edge of the cloth in my teeth.
I tugged at the shorts and they slid down a couple inches on that
side. I did the same thing on the other side and could see his
prick getting larger. By pulling on alternate sides the shorts
gradually came down, and his thick shaft came into view; and once
they were down past his cock and his ass, his shorts slid easily to
the floor.
He stepped out of them and said, "They go on the chair, too."
I started to reach for them, but his hand grabbed my hair and forced
me to look up at him. "Not that way, boy. With your teeth and on
your knees." The commanding tone in his voice told me I should do
it the way he wanted, so with my hands still behind my back I bent
down, picked up the shorts with my teeth, and shuffled over to drop
them on top of his jeans. Then I moved back in front of his crotch,
still on my knees.
I gazed at his hard body. His legs were as nice as I had
expected, with a modest coat of hair. His crotch showed white
against the tan on his stomach and legs -- very sexy!
His dick was now hard. It was only about 8", but it was
smooth and clean and perfectly straight, and I could almost see the
thick veins pulsing around its thick length. My mouth watered -- I
wanted it!
I moved my head towards it, trying to lick it, but he pushed me
away. "No, boy. I'm in charge, and you don't get it till I say
you can." I groaned quietly -- I wanted it so bad I could taste
it! But he made me kneel there for a couple minutes just staring
at it, and somehow the waiting made me want it even more.
Finally he grasped the shaft in his hand. His other hand
pulled my head towards him and he began to wipe that hot meat
around my face -- across my eyes and nose, down my cheeks, under my
chin, and back and forth against my lips. God, I loved the velvety
feel of it sliding across my flesh. I just let him do it -- I
could feel his eyes watching me, and my heart was beating madly. I
had never let anyone have this kind of control over me before, but I
was incredibly turned on by it.
Eventually he put his hands on his hips and said, "Now, boy,
lick it. But don't suck it till I say you can." I moaned again -- I
wanted it so bad! But I shuffled a little closer and began to lick
his cock -- up one side of the shaft, and up the other, and then
swirling around the head. And then some more, getting down to the
base of it and wetting up his skin and his dark bush. I tilted my
head so I could lick his balls, and then slid back up to the head.
It was now slick from my saliva so I let it slide wetly against my
face, back and forth. I licked at the head some more and probed at
the slit. He just watched silently while I pleasured him.
But then he placed his hand on my head and held me still.
"Open your mouth, boy." I gazed up into his eyes and did what he
ordered, and he positioned his hot cock-head right at my mouth.
Then, with one quick thrust he shoved into me -- all the way to the
back of my throat! He pulled my head roughly against his throbbing
cock and held it there -- I couldn't breath, and tears welled up in
my eyes! But then he pulled it back a little and, holding my head
fast with both hands, began to fuck my mouth -- in and out, in and
out.
I knelt there while he stroked into my face, and my dick was
pulsing and bouncing up and down from his actions. He was in
charge, and I was thrilled at what he was doing to me.
After a while he stopped, with his cock deep in my mouth.
"Okay, boy" he said, "Now you do it." So I began to suck his prick,
loving the taste and the feel of the smooth, hot flesh against my
tongue. I reached up to grasp his hips to steady myself, but he
pushed my head roughly away and glared down at me. "No, boy! Hands
behind your back!" I quickly obeyed -- and was beginning to
understand what he meant about being in charge.
I returned to sucking him, wrapping my lips tightly around his
shaft. I opened my throat as much as I could and pushed down onto
him, till my nose was pressed into his hair. Then I stroked him
slowly, all the way down and all the way up. Running his fingers
through my hair, he spoke quietly, "Yeah, boy. That's the way
to do it." I serviced his cock for a long time, and could hear his
breathing get heavier.
But eventually he pulled away. "That's good, boy. You're a
damn good cocksucker." I just smiled up at him -- what could I say?
I loved doing it and I guess it showed. "Now stand up." I did, and
breathed a sigh of relief since my knees were getting sore.
He put his arms around me and kissed me, and his tongue began
to probe into my open mouth. His hands roved down my back and
caressed my ass cheeks, and his fingers gently toyed with my
asshole. I could feel our hot dicks pressed tightly together
between our bellies.
Then he stepped back. "Stand up straight, boy -- hands behind
your head again." I obeyed, spreading my legs the way he wanted it,
and he stood there staring at my body. A light film of sweat coated
my skin from my excitement, and my throbbing dick stood out proudly
from my torso.
But then he went to the closet and brought out a polaroid
camera. I quickly dropped my hands to cover my hard prick, and
reacted, "Hey, Walt, don't take any pictures!"
He just glared at me. "Get back in position, boy! I'm in
charge, and that means I do what I want with you."
I stared at him for a few moments, but then realized that
that's what I wanted -- him to be in charge. So I lifted my hands
behind my head again and struck the pose. I tightened my stomach
and the muscles in my arms, and thrust my crotch forward a little --
if he was going to take a picture, it was going to be a damn good
one!
He moved around slowly, taking several pictures of my taut
body, and then put the camera down. "That's very good, boy," he
said, "You're learning."
Then he swung me around so my back was towards the bed and
pushed me gently. "Down on the bed, boy." I sat down and lay back,
and slid up so I was centered on the bed. "Now spread those arms
and legs." I spread my legs wide and stretched my arms out towards
the corners at the head of the bed, so I was spread-eagled. But he
barked at me, "Farther, boy! I want that body wide open for me!" I
struggled to obey him, and felt the muscles strain in my thighs and
shoulders.
He stared down at me for several moments, and then a slight
smile formed on his lips. "Yeah, boy, that's the way to do it."
He took the camera and got a couple pictures of me like that.
Then he sat down on the bed next to me and began to caress my
body. His hand kneaded the flesh on my chest, and then his fingers
grasped one nipple. He squeezed it gently, and tugged and pulled
at it. My chest squirmed, and my breath hissed through my
teeth -- but it felt good, and I could feel heat in my balls.
"You like that, boy?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty sensitive there."
His hand moved on down my stomach and he began to stroke my
hot dick. I scanned his rugged body, and watched the muscles in
his arm and shoulder ripple as his hand worked on me. I noticed a
small tattoo on one shoulder that I hadn't seen before.
After a couple minutes he looked into my eyes. "What do you
think, Dave? Do you like having me tell you what to do?"
I thought about that briefly, and then answered, "I guess I do.
I've never done it before, but it's kind of nice. I don't have
to make any decisions, and I don't have to worry about what you like
or don't like. As long as you don't get carried away and hurt me
or something, it's very exciting ... and my prick likes it."
He smiled and squeezed my hard cock. "I noticed. But don't
worry -- I have no interest in hurting you. Just do what I tell
you and we'll both have a fantastic orgasm."
I grinned back at him. "Yes, sir."
Then he got up on his knees and straddled one of my legs. He
leaned forward and kissed me, and then massaged my chest briefly.
His hands worked downwards across my stomach and started playing
with my flesh. He didn't touch my dick, but just worked around it
-- on my abdomen and thighs and balls. I pushed my hips upwards and
told him, "That feels great, sir."
"I know." And he smiled.
My cock was throbbing. He held it upright with one hand and wetted
up the finger tips on the other hand, and then rubbed them around the
head of my prick till it was nice and slick.
Then he grasped it tightly in his fist, and leaned down and
kissed my mouth again. He squeezed my dick while he kissed one
nipple and licked around it; and then he bit it gently with his
teeth. I groaned and arched my back -- it hurt a little, but that
just seemed to make me more excited, so I didn't complain. Then he
moved over and did the other nipple, and I reacted the same way.
Then he held my dick upright and positioned his lips just above
it. He ran his tongue over the head several times and probed at the
slit, and then slowly slid his mouth down the shaft -- slowly --
slowly -- till he had it all inside. He ground his nose into the
coarse hair and I felt my cock pushing against his throat. He held
it for several moments and made his tongue swirl around it. I loved
the hot wetness wrapped around my cock, and I moaned and thrust up
towards him, so he started to stroke it, slow and tight -- up and
down -- up and down.
I responded, "OOOOHHHHHH! That's so fucking good!" He didn't
say anything -- he just sucked me for a long time. I stretched my
legs farther apart and lifted my crotch up towards his mouth, and
groaned in my throat, feeling the sensations building up inside of me.
But just as I was starting to get there, he pulled up and smiled
down at me. "Not yet, boy. We still have things to do." I just
smiled back and waited.
He sat up and slapped my stomach lightly. "Turn over, boy."
I rolled over onto my stomach. "Spread 'em." And I stretched my
arms and legs towards the corners of the bed.
Then he straddled one leg and started to work on my ass. He
grabbed my twin globes tightly in each hand, and tugged and mauled
them for several moments. My cheeks were nice and round and tight,
with almost no hair -- and I loved what he was doing to them. He
worked on my thighs some but then went back to my ass. He spread
the cheeks wide and ran his finger up and down the crack.
Then he dropped down and used his tongue. He held my cheeks
apart and licked slowly over my asshole -- up and down -- up
and down -- and then he probed at my sphincter. I moaned and
lifted my ass up against his tongue -- no one had ever done this to
me, and I could feel it warming my guts. His tongue pushed harder
and I felt it slide into my hole a little ways. But after a couple
minutes he pulled back. "You like that, boy?"
"MMMMMmmmm, yes, sir. It feels good." So he did it some
more, for quite a while. I felt his finger toying with my
sphincter, which was wet from his saliva -- and then I felt him
pushing, trying to get it inside me. My back stiffened, and
my buttocks clenched. I looked back at him, "Wait, Walt. I'm not
ready for that."
He pushed my head back down onto the bed. "Shut up, boy, I'm
in charge here. It's time you learned to use that hole for
something besides shitting."
He pushed with his finger some more and I felt the first
knuckle slide into my ass. But my ckeeks clenched tightly around
it. "Stop! It hurts."
The finger slipped out, and I heard him get up and go over to
the dresser. When he climbed back on the bed I turned to look at
him. "What're you doing?"
"I'm just gonna educate your asshole a little."
"I don't want you to fuck me."
"That's okay, boy, I wasn't going to, yet. I'm just gonna work
on it a little, so you know what it feels like."
I watched over my shoulder as he got some grease on his finger.
With the other hand he spread my cheeks wide and positioned the
finger at my asshole. He worked the lubricant around a little and
then pushed -- my face screwed up when it slipped into me, so he
just let it rest there for a minute.
I closed my eyes and let my head rest on the bed as I adjusted
to the feel of it. Then he pushed a little more and slid his finger
most of the way in. My body stiffened and I could feel my cheeks
clench again. "OOOHH! That hurts. You'd better take it out."
He let it slip out. "Easy, Dave. You've got to relax.
When you try to fight it, that's what makes it hurt."
I looked back again. "I don't know ..."
"Just close your eyes and concentrate on relaxing the
muscles."
I did as he suggested, and he put a little more grease on his
finger and slid it in again. I took it, and he just left it there
for a minute. When my muscles started to tense up again he said,
"Just relax, Dave. Don't think about anything else."
I concentrated and my sphincter relaxed, so shortly he started
sliding his finger in and out of my hole. "Just relax." He worked
it around a little and then shoved it in as far as it could go, so
his hand was pushing against my cheeks. I was breathing heavily
and he reminded me again, "Just relax."
He stroked into me a few more times and then pulled it out. He
got some more grease and then pushed two fingers into me. I
wriggled my ass a little to adjust to it but I didn't say anything,
so he fucked me with his hand, slowly and easily. "How you doing,
boy?"
"Okay, sir." As long as I concentrated on relaxing the muscles,
it didn't really hurt anymore; but it still felt uncomfortable.
"It'll feel even better when I'm sucking on your cock at the
same time." He used his fingers a couple more minutes and then
pulled them out. I turned and watched as he picked up a vibrator.
It was even bigger than his fingers, and he greased it up good.
Then, before I had a chance to object, he pushed it against my
sphincter and it slipped in a little ways. But I felt it and
started to stiffen. "Relax, boy," he said, "Concentrate. You can
take it."
I moaned a little but didn't tell him to stop -- he was in
charge and I wanted to please him. He slowly worked it in a little
farther and then started to stroke it -- in and out -- in and out.
It didn't hurt now, but it felt like it was going to come out my
throat. With his other hand he caressed my ass cheeks while the
tool fucked me.
After a bit he asked, "You okay, boy?"
"Yes, sir. It's actually starting to feel kind of good."
"I know. And it'll get better." He continued to fuck me with
it, and then told me, "I'm going to turn the vibrator on. See how
you like it now." He flicked the switch and it started to buzz
inside my ass.
"HHHHHMMMMMM!!" I couldn't help it -- my ass squirmed from the
sensations, and it was wild! He kept fucking me and playing with my
flesh, and pretty soon I was lifting my ass up in the air and
pushing back against it on every thrust.
"Yeah, boy. That's the way to do it."
Finally he stopped and left the tool inside me, still humming.
He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. "What do you think,
boy? Want to try the real thing?"
I thought about it for a minute. "No, you're too big. I'm not
ready for that yet." He was probably disappointed, but I was
afraid that would be too much.
Shortly he spoke again, "Well, turn over, so I can suck you at
the same time." He helped me roll onto my back without letting the
vibrator slide out. My cock was still standing up hard and he
dropped his mouth down on it. Then he sucked my cock good, slow and
tight, while he worked the vibrating rod in and out of my ass.
Pretty soon there was a continuous moan in my throat, and I was
thrusting up into his mouth on every stroke.
He worked on me for a long time, and the buzzing in my guts
just combined with the hot wetness stroking my cock, and I felt my
blood beginning to boil. But he must have felt that, too, and he
pulled off.
I looked up at him "Why'd you stop?"
"We're both gonna get off at the same time, boy."
"Oh."
"Besides, you haven't earned the right to come inside me yet."
I wasn't sure what that meant, but right then I didn't care -- I
just wanted to get off.
He stood up beside the bed and said, "Slide your head over here
to the side of the bed." I swung towards him, and let my head hang
backwards off the edge of the bed. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth while
you jerk off."
"Yes, sir." He reached down and made sure the vibrator was
still humming deep inside my ass, and then I started stroking my
cock while he slid his throbbing dick into my mouth. He fucked my
mouth good for a while, and I tried to keep my lips tight around the
shaft for him. But then he took it out and wiped it around my
face -- over my eyes and lips and nose. I groaned, "Let me have it!
Please, Sir. I want it!" Shoving it back in, he fucked me a little
faster. A couple times he pushed it hard, shoving against the back
of my throat, and I almost gagged -- but I didn't pull away.
The feelings were getting bigger and hotter inside of me, and I
was breathing harshly through my nose. He told me, "Wait till I get
there, boy." So I slowed down the stroke on my dick, and watched his
tight abdomen as his hot prick slid in and out of my mouth -- again
-- again. I loved to see that, and feel that huge muscle stuffing
me while his hairy balls pushed against my nose. He was breathing
heavily and I could tell he was starting to get there.
His fingers tugged at both nipples. "Come on, boy! Go for it!" I
beat my cock faster and worked the vibrator around in my asshole --
I was beginning to love the feel of it buzzing inside me. He fucked
my mouth good -- in and out -- in and out -- pushing against the
back of my throat on every stroke. I started to gag again, but held
it back.
Then he squeezed both of my nipples, hard! I groaned and my
chest arched up off the bed, and I jammed my mouth down onto his
cock! "Now, boy! I'm gonna come in your mouth!!!" He stroked
harder and faster into me! The sensations boiled up inside of me as
I watched his throbbing dick thrusting into my mouth -- and then,
with a loud roar, he came!!! He spurted three -- four -- five
times!! I swallowed and moaned, and swallowed again -- and he
pulled harshly on my nipples again and I came!! And my cum splashed
all over my chest and belly, and my hips thrashed on the bed!!
We stroked them a few more times and then stopped -- we were
both sweating and gasping for breath. He just stood there, with his
dick softening in my mouth. Finally he let it slip out, and I
licked my lips off and smiled up at him.
"You okay, boy?" he asked.
I laughed. "That was fantastic, sir!!"
He wiped some of my cum off my belly with his finger and then
slipped it into my mouth. That caught me by surprise, but I sucked
it and licked it off, and then looked up at him. "Shit! Yours
tastes better than mine!" We both laughed at that.
He got a towel to wipe off my torso, and I pulled the vibrator
from my ass. Then he lay down next to me and let his arm rest
across my chest. "How is your asshole, boy?" he asked.
"I'm surprised, sir -- it doesn't bother me at all."
"Next time you'll get the real thing. You ready for that,
boy?"
I hesitated a minute, but then said, "I don't know, sir -- but
maybe."
I lit up a cigarette, and we lay there and talked for a while.
I told him, "I wish you hadn't taken those pictures of me. I don't
like anyone having nude photos like that."
He smiled, "Too bad, boy. When I'm in charge, what happens is
what happens. But trust me -- I won't show them to anyone else."
I just hoped he meant it.
Shortly he asked, "You gonna come back and see me again?"
"Sure. It was great."
"Just understand, Dave, that I'm always in charge. That's the
way it's gotta be."
I smiled at him. "Yes, sir. But I guess I like it that
way, too."
"That's good. We can have ourselves some good times ... and
I'll teach you a lot of interesting things."
I laughed. "I'm already looking forward to it."
Finally we got up off the bed. He put his arms around me and
gave me a big hug, and kissed me good. Then we got dressed, and I
gave him my phone number and left.
As I drove home I reviewed the whole scene we had, and the
idea of him being in charge like that. The more I thought about it,
the more I realized that I really enjoyed it -- he was so cool and
confident, and knew exactly what he wanted to do. And he seemed to
know just what to do to turn me on -- and it was an incredible
orgasm!
Some of my friends would probably get in my face because of his
age -- he told me he was 39, but he didn't look much over 32. But
at the same time I was looking for a longer-term relationship. I
had been with some younger guys, but I got pretty tired of their
catty remarks in the bar and their fickleness -- just when you
thought you had something going with one of them, you found out he
was sleeping with someone else. I wanted much more than that, and
it looked like I just might find it with Walt.
That night I lay in bed fantasizing about the whole experience
and jerked off. As I fell asleep I was wondering when I would see
him again -- and wondering what kind of things he would teach me
next.