2 comments/ 103927 views/ 5 favorites I Learn My Place Ch. 01 By: MJStories The inspiration for the details of "She Learns Her Place" (another story I've posted here) is a fantasy that occurred to me a few years ago. I can't really be sure why I had it, but it has definitely stuck with me over the years, and I never fail to get very turned on when I think about it. In this fantasy, I'm in the submissive role. Anyway, the fantasy follows about the same lines, but involves a guy named John who I went to high school with and, among other things, had a near perfect body - especially his pecs, his abdomen and his arms ... and a perfect butt too. He was on the swim team for years, and it showed. Not only was I jealous of his body, but I found that, over the years I knew him, I was attracted to him physically. But, I have to admit I never "liked" him in the way that I was attracted to women. Nothing ever happened between us, and aside from the fantasy, I don't think I really would have wanted it to. But I've always liked to keep the idea in the back of my head, and wonder what would happen if I someday had the opportunity. It's sort of my "forbidden fantasy." This particular fantasy takes place in the present. He arrives in town for a job interview, and he stays in the apartment where my wife and I lived. His arrival is matched by a heightened sexuality, as I can tell right off that my wife also notices his physical attractions, which have not been diminished at all by the passage of time. The first night after he arrives, my wife and I have very passionate sex ... because we know he is there in the next room. Although my wife and I say nothing to each other, we are both fantasizing that John would join us, and hoping that he hears us, or walks by the half open door and watches us. The sexual tension builds over the next two days, but nothing happens. Early Friday morning, I leave to take my wife to the airport for a week-long business trip. When I return, John is up in the kitchen, wearing only his tiny bikini underwear, of course. He didn't expect that I would return so quickly, and that I would have a perfect view of his perfect body ... or did he? That day was his big interview, and we got together afterwards to celebrate. He chose the meeting place : an outdoor bar down near the river, that on Friday afternoons does quite a "singles" business. It's not the classic singles' bar, but it's filled with young, unattached people who are looking to spend some time with the same. Being married, I'm not out for this sort of thing, and I'm just wearing jeans and a simple shirt. But John is single, and looking good in his suit and the dress shirt stretched tight across his chest. While we're there, many women come up to us, and once they look at my ring finger, they're glad they don't have to make conversation with me and they can just home in on John. He loves every minute of it, and he loves having an audience. And I love watching him. In fact, I couldn't choose who I'm more jealous of, him or the women swarming around him. Eventually, some dancing starts, and I get to sit back and watch him, watch his body, watch his power over these women, and enjoy my hard-on. There's an element I've very recently added to this fantasy. At one point, John comes back and rejoins me after dancing, and his dance partner actually takes an interest in talking to me. She starts to flirt with me, and very expertly, being not at all obvious. Eventually, she convinces me to come out and dance with her, which I am not entirely reluctant to do, as she is very attractive. While we dance to a quiet number, she simply seems to enjoy holding me and having my company. Me too. After a moment, she starts to talk, very quietly, without pushing me. She mentions how good John looks, and I admit that I notice how well he's doing. She convinces me to admit that I'm jealous, but not exactly of him. She gets me to say that I like watching him. Then, she throws me off by saying that she knows how I feel, she knows that it's nice to watch. Becoming defensive, I tense up ... and there's where we get the line, "I'm not saying that you have to watch . . . he could watch . . . I could watch." The fact that she sees my desires so well throws me off, though, and is the excuse for me to leave. John doesn't object, he'll meet me back at my place. Of course, when I get back, I'm entirely frustrated and turned on. But instead of relieving my tensions by touching myself, I only frustrate myself further by slipping into microfiber boxer briefs and a t-shirt. I try to watch some TV, but my hard-on never relaxes. But that's just what I want, isn't it? Eventually, John comes back, very "up" from his evening. I find this very stimulating, but I'm even more stimulated by the impression that he's done something more than dance with the attractive young women that filled the bar that evening. I have to twist around to hide my erection from him. But I don't make things easy for myself, or shrink away from my opportunity. I suggest that we share a joint, just like we did in high school, and he happily agrees. When I come back out, he has of course changed into his t-shirt and silk boxers-stretched tight across his beautiful round buns. You know what happens. We talk, and somehow the conversation turns to the perfection of his body. But we're two guys, right? Although we are entirely familiar with hard-ons, we know that they're intended for women, not men, right? So when I notice that he's got just about the biggest, stiffest shaft I have ever seen (in fact, the only full erection I've ever seen before, other than my own), I can just tell myself that it must be the remnants of his earlier activities, and I should just try to ignore it, like I'm trying to ignore my own hard, pulsating cock, which must be perfectly obvious under my skimpy boy-cut briefs. John, of course, is simply amused by my predicament and, after taking off his shirt, continues to talk about some imagined imperfections in his perfect pectorals. And of course, using this excuse to run his hands lovingly over his chest. By this point, I grow silent, now completely hypnotized. I can only sit meekly and watch his performance, being too shy to make the first move. This permits him, without saying a word, to reach down and move his shorts aside and reveal his deliciously hard shaft to me, and to slowly stroke himself, all as I simply sit there, transfixed. Finally, as if he realizes that I am at his command and will do only as I am told, he reaches over and, after one final glance at me, takes each side of my head in his hands and lowers my mouth onto his hard cock, before pushing it past my lips and into my mouth. As I've never sucked a man off before, I don't know exactly what to do. But I know what I like and I try to do it for him. Apparently, I'm eventually a success, and he comes. But that's not all that I'm willing to do for him. Never does a word pass between us, but for the rest of that evening I explore every inch of his perfect body, serving and pleasing him as best I can, without ever a thought to satisfying my own throbbing cock, until I eventually pass out from the sheer exhaustion of my pleasure. I wake up the next morning, on the couch next to him. We're both naked. For a minute, I'm frightened and confused, wondering how to explain what happened between us. Eventually, I gather up my courage and turn to look at him. I begin to mumble some story about how I didn't know what I was doing, and I hoped he wouldn't get the wrong impression. He just looks back at me, impassive. Then it seems that he's getting impatient with having to listen to my miserable story, and I'm momentarily worried. But instead of getting angry at me, he just reaches over and casually flips me over on my stomach. He doesn't even have to be forceful with me, and I of course shut up immediately. He calmly spreads open my legs and takes me from behind. He hadn't done so last night, and as it's the first time I've been penetrated, it's not easy. But he's very strong, and he gets himself all the way in, and he comes inside of me. And I come too. Then he just as calmly pulls himself out and goes off to take a shower. And the only thing I can wonder is if I have permission to move. Of course, for the next week, I belong to him completely. We don't talk much, and I don't even care to wonder whether he's my friend or not. But I enjoy pleasures I never knew were possible. Even after my wife returns, and my normal life resumes, I take every chance I can to sneak away and be with him. He knows that he has me completely under his control and he enjoys it. He even calls sometimes, when he knows my wife and I are home together, and he tells me to leave and come over to his place. Sometimes, he doesn't even let me take a shower before going back home. That was about the end of my fantasy. But, a few years later, I thought up the next episode. I know that some time passed before this occurred to me because we had since moved from our apartment to a two-level home. One night, I had to work late and I called home to tell my wife. She told me not to worry, that she had plans with some friends and she might not even be home when I got home, so I shouldn't bother calling. Nothing unusual in that. Happily, the project I was working on is postponed so I can leave the office at about 7:30 pm. I'm happy that I'll just have a relaxing evening to myself. But I'm way more happy when I arrive home and see John's car parked outside our house. Thinking that he must have just came over to see if I was there, I very expectantly bound into our house, the erection already pushing against the fabric of my slacks. As soon as I enter the living room, I hear sounds from upstairs. The sounds of John fucking someone. At first, I'm completely thrown off. He's never involved anyone else ... we've always been alone together. But then again, I am intrigued by the idea, and I begin to sneak upstairs. Imagine my shock and horror when I round the corner of the stairs and see . . . ... my wife thrusting herself up and down very excitedly on John's massive cock, as he lies back on our very own bed . . . the same bed where he had so often taken me when my wife was away! After a moment where I stand transfixed, staring at the sight in front of me, I simply retreat downstairs. A thousand and one ideas are filling my head, not least of all that my wife is cheating on me. All of the instances when she was away during the past few months begin to flood back to me, as I realize that she had plenty of opportunities. All those nights I was working late at the office .... I also cannot shut out the noises I hear from upstairs. She's expressing herself like she never had when she made love to me. She's telling John how she's absolutely dying for his cock ... how she can't wait for him to make her come ... and when she does, it's louder and more intense than I had ever done for her. But actually, what I'm really thinking is that I can't blame her. I too was a slave to John's cock, and I knew why she was doing what she was doing. I knew it ever since that first night when he was in our apartment ... So, I turn around and sneak back upstairs again. This time, John is on top of her, pushing his perfect torso up on his muscular arms, and I have a perfect view of his chest and abdomen as he thrusts into my wife. And again, I just stand there, transfixed. And he looks up, and sees me. But he only gives me that same look of indifference, and keeps on pounding my wife. Like a zombie, I walk into the room, saying nothing. At first, my wife is so carried away that she doesn't even see me. But when she does, she panics. She starts saying, "oh my god, oh honey, it's not what you think, I couldn't help myself," etc. John is much calmer. He just stops his thrusting, pulls out of her and stands in front of me. He looks at my wife and says, "Don't worry baby, he's not angry at you. At least, not for the reasons you think." When my wife looks at me, and sees that instead of being angry, I'm just staring with meek desire at John's body, she slowly calms down. Instead of being worried, she begins to get even more turned on ... turned on by John's power over me. John looks at me, with that same impassive look, "Well, the time has come, Mark. Why don't you show your wife the way things are now. Why don't you show her what you really want to do." And that's what I do. I drop to my knees, and ... I Learn My Place Ch. 02 As I knelt meekly before John, my mind was reeling from the discovery that I was not the only one who was in thrall to his gorgeous body. Frankly, during the whole time that I was carrying on with him - submitting to him - I actually hadn't been thinking about my wife. The effect he had on me was so powerful that it seemed to sever any connection between him and my "normal" life. When I was serving him, it was as if I was in another world. I could only wonder what my wife's reaction would be ... ----- When I first realized that you had walked in on John fucking me, I had panicked. Seeing you, my husband, standing there snapped me back to reality. It was as if I realized for the first time that, well ... technically anyway ... I was cheating on you. Since that first day he had appeared in our home, there was something undeniably magnetic about him. He was so different from you ... physically, and in other ways ... that I didn't even associate the two of you as being in the same category. I'll always remember the first time he wrapped his arms around me, and leaned against me ... at that moment I absolutely melted. His lips against my neck ... his breath against my cheek ... I'm getting goose bumps right now just thinking about it. All I wanted to do was lay back and let him have me, right then, the first time he ever touched me. In the following weeks, when he seduced me ... took control of me ... it was as if I was losing myself in him. I was helpless to resist the pleasure his body provided to me. And I became so consumed with serving him in every way possible that I never even stopped to think about you. But that all changed when I saw you sink to your knees, right there in our bedroom, so willingly, in front of him. Even though you knew he had just been fucking me ... fucking my brains out, actually ... I understood there was nothing else you could do ... that you were helpless, too. And that understanding was just incredibly erotic for me. It was as if by seeing your submission to him, directly in front of me, your wife, that I could share in some of his power over you ... as if it were flowing through me. Believe me ... seeing his cock just inches away from your face filled my head with incredible images ... and I understood that somehow my participation would make John's domination of you complete. By having me, your wife, take a part in your sucking John's cock, John would demonstrate his complete control over you ... and your complete submission to him. And it was so thrilling to know that I could be a part of this, that I could serve my lover in this way. Servicing John's cock is something I have always given a great deal of thought to. Kneeling between his strong legs ... his body stretched out on the bed, or the couch, or in his Mustang. Watching his entire body react as I suck and pull on his growing cock. Even though I suspected that you are a good little cocksucker, I took a point of pride in thinking that I am even better. Still, I was eager to help you ... guide you ... to put you in your place by telling you just how to do it ... just how John really likes it. Sharing some of my little secrets and techniques with you. So you would know your place. All of these thoughts passed through my mind in a flash as I lay there in bed, my pussy still wet and warm from the pounding he had just given me. I glanced over to his eyes to see him look down at you for a second ... before I saw his soft, long lashes lower, and his eyes close. "Do it John," I heard myself say. Then, I watched John tease us both, bringing his hands up to his chest ... running them over the firm muscles, down to his wash board abs ... into the dimples inside his hip bones ... until his huge hands and long fingers rested on his hips, framing his cock ... his hard, thick cock ... just aching to be touched. I looked back down to you, and couldn't describe the look of pleasure on your face. I slid off the bed and, in an instant, was kneeling at your side. You ran your hands up his muscular thighs, and slowly curled your fingers around the shaft standing in front of you. And very slowly started to glide your fingers up the length, and then back down ... very slowly, very deliberately ... as if trying to memorize every detail of it ... I leaned towards you ... and quietly spoke... "Can you imagine how much I love servicing him ... servicing John's wonderful cock ... the attention I lavish on it. It's a pleasure unlike any other ... one to be enjoyed ... savored ... "Open your lips, wet them with your tongue ... bring your lips just inches away from the tip. Feel the heat, even without touching it. Slide your tongue out, and brush it very gently across the tip ... very slowly ... feel how smooth, feel the heat. Spread your tongue across the tip ... feel what it's like when you get it wet ... feel how it twitches in your hand ... " "Very slowly run your tongue along one side of it ... not missing an inch ... feel how thick and hard it is ... every spot your tongue covers makes it even harder. When you get to the base, slide around to the other side, and slowly work your way back up ... never let your tongue leave his cock." While I watched you slavishly stroke with your tongue ... I reached over and took your hand ... gently guiding it up and between his thighs. Showing you how to gently cup his balls ... moving your fingers around them ... gently teasing them and stroking them ... . "Don't stop your tongue ... " Then sliding your hand a little further back ... to that spot I know he can't resist ... the spot I never resist when I'm servicing him ... just past his balls and the base of his cock, but not too far between his cheeks ... he may only be able to take so much. I drop my hands when it's obvious your fingers are content with their task, so to speak. And I look up to see his cock shiny ... wet from your slow tongue bath ... I watched for a moment ... watched your hands, your fingers ... watched your tongue as it serviced every inch of him. Looked up at John ... mouth parted, chest panting, eyes closed ... with the most intense look of pleasure on his face ... I knew much more guidance wouldn't be needed from me ... I knew then what a good little cocksucker you are. I reached up and ran my fingers through your hair ... letting it run between my fingers until I had my hand on the back of your head. I very gently pushed your head towards him ... and as his cock pushed against your lips, you instantly parted them and eagerly took it in your mouth ... "Gently ... slowly ... " You wrapped your lips, and I watched his tip disappear ... as I slowly guided you down his shaft. Very slowly ... to allow you to adjust ... take it all in ... "Feel the heat ... feel how hot it is ... how hard and thick ... so powerful and strong ... and the power to unleash it is all yours ... " When you had eventually taken it as far into your mouth as you could, I gently slid you back off ... and then let go. You instantly wrapped your lips around him again, and eagerly slid back down his cock. John was starting to moan, to whimper a little even ... and my hand had no sooner left the back of your head than his was there. I knew I didn't need to guide you much more ... "Suck on him, Mark ... " I saw your cheeks hollow a little as you sucked his cock into your mouth, and a loud moan escaped John's lips. You didn't need my help anymore ... I quietly sat back and watched ... watched you touch him ... lick him ... suck him. All on your own ... with the only encouragement coming from him. Watched you pull and suck on his hard shaft ... making it even bigger and harder ... watched your fingers stroke and tease him ... his balls swelling with each stroke of your lips and tongue. You each fed off of the pleasure of the other ... harder ... faster ... deeper ... louder ... quicker ... more, more, more ... Nothing else in the world existed, except the two of you ... right in front of me. I watched John's body ... tense, flex ... he was getting close. He started to hump against your face ... feeding his cock to you ... telling you not to stop. And the entire time I knew how wonderful that massive cock felt in your mouth ... John started to pant ... and then moan ... and then scream ... my ears practically rang as I heard him start to come. You braced yourself with one hand wrapped tight around the base, and the other against his hip ... they were flailing against your face so fast you almost couldn't keep up. His hands in your hair, his hips thrusting against you, his cock fucking your face. And I watched your face as that cock exploded in your mouth ... knowing how wonderful that feels ... as you struggled to keep all that you had milked out of him in your mouth ... But that's not where you stopped, of course. John was ready for a lot more that evening, and on into the night ... and you were ready to do whatever he told you ... and I could just sit back and watch. In my memory now, it's just a series of images ... exhilarating, erotic images. John standing tall in front of you ... stroking his cock. Pumping and pulling on it ... while you wait for his load with an eager mouth and face. Watching it spray from his cock onto your waiting tongue ... against your cheek ... down onto your chin. Then I was begging ... begging the two of you to let me clean you up. Sucking what was left of the juice out of his cock. And then turning to your face. Licking the warm fluid off your chin ... sucking it off your cheek ... and sliding my tongue into your mouth to share the taste with you. I saw you naked in bed. John's hands all over your body. First massaging your muscles ... relaxing you like he always did me ... casting that spell over you like I always felt. So content, so happy, you didn't want to move ... you could stay there just like that forever. Completely under his control. John leaning forward on you ... his naked body sliding against yours. His hands grabbing your ass. Sliding down along your back ... his hips pushed against your ass. Guiding his cock up and inside of you, while he pulls against your hips for leverage. Your face against the bed ... sighing and moaning against it. His pace getting harder and faster with each thrust inside of you. Reaching around you to grab your hard cock ... pumping on you as he thrust inside of you ... all you can do is lay there and enjoy it. Making your cock explode as you feel his cock empty inside of you. The sweat from bodies ... the fluids from the sex ... all mixing and making your ass almost too slippery to hold on to as he slides against your body. I just kept seeing his strong hands manipulating your body ... in every which way he wanted to. You powerless to do anything about it. Not that you wanted to. You were just as happy to lay back and surrender ... to lay back and just let him have his way with your body. Your hands, your mouth, your cock, your ass ... all his to play with as he pleases. And the whole time you seemed so happy to be there and to be his toy for the night.