Clay's tale:
As James and I left the cottage Eric yelled, "Hey `O' see you tonight." James looked at me and said, "What was that about?" I looked over and said, "I guess you told Eric about him not talking to Anne. I guess he wants a price for his silence; he wants me to give him head. He calls me "O' for oral. He also said you thought I would suck you off before the end of summer.
Did you say that?"
"Yea, he and I were talking and he was asking me about what, you know, what you do. I told him it felt a lot better than doing it myself. He then asks me if you had sucked my dick. I said no but I thought you would soon because I thought you wanted too. I thought you would take a little persuasion." I was mad as I said, "I'm not going to suck you or Eric, that's queer." He looked at me and said, "We'll see."
As we left the island I turned toward the pits. As we passed the rocks of the pits I thought I had to talk James out of continuing with the gay thing. It was OK to help him out or even help Eric but the queer part made me nervous. James said, "We have a couple of hours before we need to pick up Anne, why don't you ride to the north beach area." This is a dunes area on the far side of the pits. It was not as populated as the beach area the cottages were located.
We were in the dunes just a few minutes when James said, "What would you do if I told you to suck my cock?" This was not the conversation I had expected. I hadn't answered him when he continued, "You did say you would do anything for me earlier today." I was confused as he had turned the "anything" around. I didn't mean that, did I?
"This morning when I put my finger in your mouth you sucked on it. You were kneeling beside my bed with a hard-on and you were sucking on my finger. I told you that you have done pretty good so far, Jack, maybe you are ready to help me in a different way. You know sucking my finger is not a lot different from sucking my dick. Still just skin and bone. Except I can shot with one and can't with the other."
I knew I had turned red and stared at James he reached up with his index finger and rubbed my lips. "You going to open up and suck me again, just for practice. What do you think?" He never let me answer as pushed his finger past my teeth and was rubbing my tongue for the second time. "Come on suck on my finger, just imagine what it would feel like to try this on my cock."
James' tale:
I guess tonight started differently than I had planned. I had told Eric that I thought Jack was coming around and that he would probably suck me off sooner or later. I just never planned on the "shit head" to tell Jack. Well the damage was done so I had Jack ride to the backside of the dunes. I needed to "get off" again before we picked up Anne. As we parked I told Jack that it was time to suck my cock. I put my finger in his mouth and the shit closed his eyes and sucked on it like it was my cock. It got me hard and I was ready for the warm mouth on my finger to swallow my bone. He was scared when I told him to open the door and come around to my side of the car but he did it. I was unsure how to get him to follow my orders but I wanted him to suck my dick. As he opened the door I told him to kneel down. I swung my legs outside the car and placed a leg on each side of Jack.
He looked awkward kneeling between my legs with his face just inches from my jean-clad crotch. "Well its time Jack, come on and do it." Jack started stroking my mound through the jeans. He never tried to talk his way out of this. He kept feeling my bone. That's when I undid my belt. His eyes were big but they never quit watching my bone. He actually wanted it out. I thought, "This afternoon my girlfriend plans to visit me. I'll probably fuck her and get a blowjob from Jack on the same date. What a lucky day."
I can still see his face when I said, "Jack, take it out." He looked at me like a caged tiger with a puzzled look and asked, "What do you want me to do? Can't I just jerk you off?" I was strong as I said, "Listen Jack, I told you earlier that you will do what I say. Take my cock out and well lets just say we'll keep what goes on here secret, if you get my drift."
Clay's tale:
"There is that `Get his drift again.'" I couldn't believe that earlier he had called me a queer. I had said, "I'll do anything you want." Now I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to suck his dick. My face started turning redder as I looked at the zipper and saw the sneer on James face as he said again, "Pull it down you are almost there." I even saw his bone. I did as I was told and pulled down his zipper. James moved up and let me lower his jeans. I even removed his tennis shoes and pulled his jeans off his legs. When I moved back into the kneeling position I saw his hard-on in his jockeys. I hooked my hand in the band and started down with his shorts.
James moved up so I could get the jockeys over his hard-on and below his hips. I pulled them off. As I rose back up I saw his rod. I had jerked him off a few dozen times since we had reached the beach. I had never really been this close to his hard cock. James looked down and said, "Its time. Watch the teeth and don't spill any of my cum. I expect you to swallow it all."
I knew I had made the decision that would give James complete control of my life. I looked at his large balls and I knew how much cum they had spew when I jerked him off. I knew they were ready to fill my throat with a large dose of his boy sperm. I saw the black pubic hair that I had stroked each morning and thought of the first time I woke him up by jerking him off. I think I wanted to do this then but I could only do it if I was told to. After all, I was his slave.
James' tale:
Things were great. Jack was kneeling between my legs.
He was holding my cock and staring up at me like a lost puppy. I said, "Go ahead." He just lowered his mouth toward my rod and closed his lips over the first inch of my cock. Man his mouth was warm. I was ready to blast from the first. Not just because of the feel of his mouth on my cock but the idea that he had transformed from my friend who had lost the bet to my slave that would suck my cock.
Clay's tale:
I was a slave to James. I placed my mouth over his cock and I was sucking his cock. I started moving my head up and down on his rod. Just and inch at a time to start. I wanted to please James and I started opening wider and taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. One inch at a time he entered my mouth.
I looked like I was a sword sallower. He never moved but let me do all the work. I think he wanted to make sure I gave his cock the proper worship. My lips caused the only force in this blowjob as I stroked the soft spongy shaft as it slid in and out of my mouth.
My lips could feel a large vein like tube running the length of his cock. I wanted this to last forever so I pushed further down each time I took his cock into my mouth. After a few tries I felt the pubes at my nose. I had his whole cock in my mouth and I had only gagged a few times. I did not have to wait long before I felt James start to spasm and I knew my task would soon be complete.
As James started jerking around in the seat I felt his first blast of cum hit the back of my mouth. I clamped my lips tightly around the mushroom head of his prick and let it shoot into my open mouth. I was not going to let a drop spill. My first blowjob was going to be completed just as James had told me. After James cock stopped shooting I lifted up and opened my mouth for James to see that I had captured his whole load. And as he looked at he cavern full of his seed I slowly swallowed. He looked down at me and said, "Shit `O' that was awesome."