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Kindness of Strangers Ch. 01

By: bjmichaels



I don't understand what there is about me that makes strange men think they can do or say anything at all and I won't object, protest or complain. It's almost as though I have the word "SUBMISSIVE" stamped on my forehead.

So I was sitting at the bar in an expensive downtown San Francisco hotel sipping a Mai Tai when this old guy sat directly beside me even though there were plenty of open bar stools that would have given both of us more leg room. 

I gave him a discreet glance, and like I said, he was pretty old, maybe fifty or so, but he appeared in decent shape for a guy his age, and he had a nice mane of silver hair above his not unappealing face. He ordered "Makers Mark—neat" from the bartender and we sat in silence sipping our cocktails. 

My straw made a loud slurping noise as I sucked the last of the drink from the tall glass. The old man looked at me and asked, "What are you drinking there, boy?"

"Oh, it's a Mai Tai," I shyly replied.

"Kind of a girly drink, isn't it?" he said while looking me up and down. "Are you some sort of sissy?"

Before I could protest he added: "I'm gonna buy you a man's drink..."

He caught the bartenders attention, shook the ice in his near empty glass and said, "Another Makers Mark--and one for my young friend here!"

Since I could only afford the one drink, but wanted more, I didn't insist on another Mai Tai...I like bourbon as well, the only problem is it doesn't take long for me to get drunk on bourbon.

Oh well, at least the night wasn't going to end too early. I hated the thought of having to drive back to Santa Cruz in the dark.

"My names Earl," he announced, "...from Houston."

"I'm John--from Santa Cruz!" I said and shook his outstretched hand.

I winced when he squeezed my hand too tightly and that made him laugh.

He told me he was in town on business, but was having a difficult time finding some 'action' at night.

"Yeah," I said. "There aren't many bars near this hotel where single women hang-out."

He gave me an odd stare then almost inhaled the remaining bourbon from his glass.

"Drink up, Johnny--time for another one!" he ordered.

I don't like to be called 'Johnny' but he was the man buying the drinks so I didn't protest or complain.

While sipping our drinks, he noticed my bag on the stool beside me.

"Nice purse, boy," he said with a snicker of ridicule.

"No, it's a European man bag," I said correcting him then quickly added, "...it's very handy—-my pockets are too small to carry all my stuff!"

He gave me a sly grin and said, "Uh huh, sure boy..."

After the second bourbon I was feeling a little dizzy. He ordered us another round and I weakly said, "I better not--I have a long drive!"

He smiled and said, "Nonsense, boy...if need be I have a nice, big sofa in my suite where you can spend the night!"

My head began spinning as I tried to keep up with his drinking prowess. He suddenly leaned into me and whispered in my ear.

"Are you one of them San Francisco fairies I've heard so much about?" he bluntly asked.

My face turned beet red. Like I said before, I don't know why strange men feel as though they're entitled to act rude and crude around me.

"W-Why would you ask me that?" I asked quietly; trying to appear offended and indignant.

"C'mon boy...look at the skimpy little "outfit" you're wearing...and you carry a purse, for Gods sake!" he said, not at all taken aback by my surprised expression.

And, yes, maybe my short-shorts were small and tight-fitting, and the brightly flowered beach shirt was loud with pink and yellows, and perhaps my man bag could be mistaken for a woman's purse, but still, why do men think they can say such obnoxious things to me?

He seemed more amused than annoyed at my obvious discomfort. He then boldly placed his hand on my upper thigh and stroked my leg. I heard him chuckle.

"Are you naturally hairless, boy, or do you shave?" he asked with a smile.

"I use a depilatory cream," I softly admitted. 

He nodded his head knowingly, smiled, then said, "I like my boys smooth...are you smooth EVERYWHERE boy?"

I finished my drink and sheepishly nodded in the affirmative.

He ordered two more drinks and I meekly said I wouldn't be able to drive, but he ignored me.

The bartender placed the drinks in front of us and walked away. 'Earl from Houston' moved his bar stool as close as he could next to mine until our legs were touching.

"Johnny, you're too drunk to drive--you're spending the night in my bed!" he whispered.

He boldly took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He had an impressive hard-on--he pressed my hand firmly to the bulge in his pants. I neither protested nor attempted to remove my hand.

He forced my fingers around his hard cock and moved my hand slowly back-and-forth. After a few seconds, he removed his hand but I kept stroking his hardness thru the thin layer of his expensive slacks.

He smiled at me and whispered in his Texas twang, "Baby, you and I gonna have us some fun tonight!"

My breathing became shallow and irregular; my own small prick was hard as a rock inside my tight shorts. 

He signed the bar tab to his room and we climbed off the stools and walked to the elevators with me leading the way.

He chuckled and said, "You seem to know your way around here...are you a 'regular' here, boy?"

I blushed and mumbled, " Well, uh, not really..." but he wasn't convinced and laughed again.

I knew no one would be able to see the small lump in my shorts, but I wondered how he would hide his manly bulge. His hands were covering his crotch as we walked, and when we boarded the elevator he had me stand in front of him.

We got off the elevator on the top floor and he led me to his suite. His room was directly across from a room I had once spent a weekend.

As soon as the door to the suite closed behind us he took me in his arms, held my head still, and kissed me full on the lips. His thick tongue pushed into my open mouth and he reeked of bourbon...of course, so did I.

He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes.

"Boy, I need to know now if you're just a cock-tease and I'm wasting my time," he said in all seriousness.

I kissed him hard, and found his tongue with mine. I rubbed the front of his slacks and was glad he was still hard. I curled my fingers around his erection and stroked the length back-and-forth...back-and-forth...back-and-forth...

He smiled and his voice cracked when he spoke: "Good boy...I want you to call me 'Daddy' okay?"

Inside I was laughing but I managed to keep a straight face. My God, the silly games men like to play in the bedroom!

"Yes, Daddy," I softly said.

He broke our embrace and said, "Make yourself comfortable boy--I'll fix us a couple drinks."

"Thank you, Daddy," I replied. "May I use the bathroom, Daddy, I have to pee?"

He chuckled and said, "Go for it, Sugar--it's thru that door there to the right."

I knew the layout of the rooms but said "Thank you, Daddy" anyway.

I placed my man bag on the vanity then took a wicked whizz--my God it felt good!

When I returned to the living room, Earl from Houston was sitting back on the sofa sipping his drink. His bare feet were on the coffee table. I noticed he'd only poured one drink and figured he'd share it with me--not that I wanted or needed more bourbon.

"Awww, boy, I thought you were going to get 'comfortable,' he playfully pouted.

I gave him my best coquettish smile, lifted first my left foot, untied my sneaker, pushed it off my foot then rolled down the anklet sock until it dropped to the floor. I did the same with my right foot.

Very slowly I began swaying my hips in time with imaginary music as I unbuttoned my shirt. I saw his eyes glaze-over as I exposed my hairless chest to him. I pushed the shirt off my shoulders and it too dropped to the floor.

I reached down and unsnapped my shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper. The erotic sound a zipper made when lowered always makes my prick throb. I hoped it had the same affect on him, too.

My shorts were very tight and I made a great show of squirming and wriggling and rolling my hips like a girl until they were down far enough and I could push them to the floor.

I stood before him in my undies and locked my hands behind my head and posed for him with a huge smile on my face. He had a good view of my bare underarms. I thrust my hips slightly forward so he could he could plainly see my hard-on poking-out the cotton fabric of my undies. I saw him staring at the sizable pre-cum stain that had formed.

"Do you like what you see, Daddy?" I softly asked him.

He coughed then said, "Daddy loves your tiny panties, boy."

I giggled and said, "Oh Daddy, they're men's string bikini's..."

"Whatever boy...red is certainly your color...come over here and sit on Daddy's lap!" he said commandingly.

"Yes, Daddy," I said and quickly made my way around the coffee table. 

He had placed his feet flat on the floor and I gently lowered myself onto his strong thighs. I wriggled my hips until his erection was poking my butt then I pressed down and felt his powerful cock pulsating against me.

Our faces melded into one and we kissed and tongued each other. I found the top button of his dress shirt and slowly worked it open. All the while his hands caressed my hairless chest, fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples into hard little points.

He helped me take off his shirt and I exclaimed, "You must work out, Daddy, you're in great shape!"

Before he could say anything I squirmed off his lap and went to my knees before him. The edge of the coffee table hurt my back so I pushed it away until I could kneel comfortably.

I ran my hands up-and-down his legs over the fabric of his expensive slacks. When I moved my head closer to his crotch he opened his legs wider to give me better access to his erection. Something men everywhere do whenever faced with the prospect of a warm and willing mouth 'down there.'

My hands caressed his hard cock then I pressed my lips to it and firmly kissed side-to-side the entire length until I heard him groaning above me.

My tongue found his zipper, flipped it until I caught it between my teeth, then slowly worked it downward. My hands opened his belt and unfastened his slacks. The moment his slacks were open wide, his manly aroma assaulted my nostrils and I almost came in my undies.

I inhaled deeply thru my nose reveling in his powerful manly odor. I love that smell! Goosepimples formed on my flesh as shivers of delight raced up-and-down my trembling body.

I couldn't wait any longer. My small hands began tugging at the waistband, frantically trying to pull down his slacks and boxer shorts.

He chuckled above me and assisted my efforts by lifting his hips so I could peel off his slacks and boxers. When I had them lowered to his ankles, I grasped the base of his hard cock with one hand and cradled his large scrotum in the other.

My God his balls are heavy--I hope I'll be able to swallow his entire load!

I immediately licked the pre-cum covering his glans and oozing out of his slit. I was thrilled I liked the taste of it...sometimes you never know.

A deep, guttural moan now incessantly escaped his mouth. Instead of the usual kissing and licking of his hot flesh, I decided to give him his first climax as quickly as I could. I wet my lips and slid them over his cockhead and managed to get only three of his seven inches inside my mouth.

I went to work sucking and stroking his throbbing, hot cock. I loved the heat of his cock in my mouth. I first rubbed his balls, then began rolling and massaging them one at a time. 

It didn't take long for his lower body to begin to squirm and his hips to thrust upward, pushing more of his hardness into my mouth. My hand moved faster on his shaft while my head became a blur of motion bobbing up-and-down his magnificent pole of flesh. 

I felt my own balls begin to boil and bubble. Strange, I usually don't cum when I'm giving head.

The excitement I was feeling spurred me on to suck him harder. His hands on my head held me in place as he strained to fuck my mouth faster. His balls grew heavier and began to rise in their sac. I prepared myself for the onslaught of sperm and semen that would very soon be filling my mouth.

His body suddenly stiffened followed by an animal-like bellow from deep within his throat. I flattened my tongue on his slit in time to catch the first volley of cum and quickly lapped it up and swallowed.

Then he became quite noisy: "OH-MY-GOD--OH-MY-GOD--OH-MY-GOD--YES-YES-YES-YES-YES--OH-MY-GOD-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

His excitement sent me hurdling over the edge. My own sperm and semen came blasting out of my balls splashing the front of my undies. My whole body spasmed and shook but I couldn't cry out--I had to concentrate on swallowing his entire load.

I was right about his balls. They held a massive amount of man-juice but I proudly ate every drop without spilling. By the time our bodies came to rest, both my belly and undies were filled with cum.

"Good God Almighty, boy, where'd ja learn to do that? You could suck chrome off a trailer hitch!" he said with a thick Texas accent.

"Glad you liked it , sir," I said grinning up at him. "OH--I mean 'Daddy'!"

He smiled down at me and tousled my hair. "Now that you emptied my balls, boy, I gotta piss like a racehorse!"

With a playful grin I replied, "Would you like some help with that, Daddy?"

His smile widened as he said, "You're something else, Sugar!"

After I pulled his slacks all the way off and he was totally naked, he took my hand and we strode to the bathroom. 

He noticed how wet my undies were and chuckled, "You really love my cock, don't you, boy?"

I'd seen longer and thicker, but answered, "It's the biggest one I've ever seen, Daddy--I absolutely adore it!"

I flipped the toilet seat up, stood almost behind him, took his flaccid manhood in my small hand and aimed it at the bowl. He let loose with a torrent of water that reminded me of Niagara Falls.

I was concentrating on my aim when I heard him exclaim, "Good God, boy, now I understand why you carry a purse! You're ready for anything, aren't you, Sugar?"

I jerked my head to see why he'd said that and saw him staring at the jar of lubricant I'd taken from the bag and placed on the counter. In doing so, I'd moved his penis slightly and heard his piss hitting the floor. I quickly adjusted my aim back to the bowl.

"I'm sorry, Daddy--it won't happen again!" I said.

"You made quite a mess on the floor, boy!" he remarked. 

I didn't detect any anger in his voice...his flow was just a trickle now.

"I'll clean it up, Daddy...I'm so sorry--I know I deserve a spanking for that, Daddy!" I said planting the suggestion in his head.

Upon hearing my words, his cock instantly grew to half-staff. I gently stroked it until I heard him cough, then say, "Damn straight, boy! When you're done cleaning up the mess I'll be waiting in the bedroom--I'm gonna take you over my knees and teach you a lesson, boy!"

"Y-Yes, D-Daddy--I'll clean it good, Daddy!" I said feigning fear and nervousness.

"Hurry it up, boy, Daddy doesn't like to be kept waiting!" he said as he left the bathroom with a full erection proudly standing straight out below his belly.

I made quick work of the floor then went to work on myself. Peeling my soaked and sticky undies off my crotch required some effort but I soon was rinsing them in the sink then draped them over the shower rod then ran a warm washcloth over myself.

I smeared lubricant up and down the long cigar-like tube I carried with me, opened my legs wide and bent over. I positioned the tube on my anus, and after getting that wet, slowly worked it into my pussy. 

I pulled it out, smeared more lube on it, and this time pushed it all the way inside me. I repeated this process until my pussy became wet and squishy. I was now ready to take Earl from Houston's nice cock inside me.

A small, dim table lamp was the sole light in the bedroom. I saw Earl from Houston sitting on the edge of the bed nude and caught him stroking himself.

"Get over here you naughty boy and lay across my lap!" he said with an impish grin on his face.

I went to his right side but he said, "No, the other side!"

I surmised he was left-handed and laid myself over his thick and manly thighs. He wasted no time.

SMACK...he had fairly large hands so I figured the spanking would hurt...

SMACK--SMACK--SMACK--SMACK...but I hadn't counted on how much he was 'into' spanking young boys...

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK...by the time he tired, my bottom was on fire and I had tears in my eyes.

"That should teach you, boy!" he exclaimed when he finished. "Lay on the bed!"

"Y-Y-Yes, Daddy," I snuffled and wiped the tears from my face.

I lay on my back with my head on a pillow. I assumed he'd climb on top of me and we'd kiss--I love the feel of a big man pinning my body to the bed. 

I saw his hard cock bobbing in mid-air and heard his heavy breathing; he was extremely aroused from spanking me.

Instead of laying on top of me, he took my ankles and forced them up and over his broad shoulders. My legs were split wide.

His eyes were glazed over with lust and desire. He immediately positioned his plum-sized cockhead against my anus. I knew what was coming next and reached behind me and held onto two thick poles on the iron headboard.

This was going to be a 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' kind of fuck. My boner began pulsating with anticipation; I could feel the hot fluids churning in my balls.

He worked his glans just past my sphincter, stared menacingly into my eyes and announced, "I'm gonna fuck you silly, boy!"

His words and tone of voice almost made me cum right then and there. I reached down with one hand, pushed my balls lower in my scrotum, then re-took my grip on the headboard. This was going to be one heckuva fuck and I didn't want to climax too early.

With one brutal thrust he buried himself completely inside me. We both shouted "OHHHHHH..."

He waited long enough to give me a chance to clamp the walls of my pussy tightly around his throbbing cock and squeeze and milk it.

"OH-GOD-BOY," he bellowed then pulled his cock back until just the head was inside me, then with great effort, and absolutely no concern for my comfort, rammed his shaft into me to the hilt until his cockhead slammed against my prostate.

It was my turn to yell, "OHHHH-GOD-YES..."

That excited him even more and he began to fuck me with all his strength and power. In-and-out...in-and-out...in-and-out...in-and-out...in-and-out...

On one particularly brutal thrust my head banged against the iron headboard--I didn't care--I was in heaven--he was giving me one of the greatest fucks of my life!

"OH-BABY--OH-BABY..." he blurted out. "YOU GOT THE TIGHTEST PUSSY I EVER HAD!!"

I saw stars before my eyes as my head was swimming in a rich fog of ecstasy. When my balls began swelling with a delicious agony, I dug my heels into his back and with every downward stroke pulled him deeper inside me--he was hitting my prostate now with each thrust and it drove me crazy and wild with an urgent need to empty my balls.

After one wonderfully deep and savage thrust, his body suddenly stiffened and he screamed he was cumming then fucked me ferociously as his scalding hot cum flooded my pussy.

That was it for me--my balls erupted like a volcano and mightily spurted cum onto his belly and myself. Our bodies lurched and jumped and writhed on the bed like out of control animals as our cocks shot out every ounce of semen and sperm we had in our balls.

He collapsed on top of me and I held him tightly. We both gasped and gulped at air. I hugged him and he kissed my forehead and rolled off me and lay on his back. 


Kindness of Strangers Ch. 01



"Sugar, I wish you'd been born a woman--I'd marry you in a heartbeat--that was by far the best fuck of my life!" he said softly and then I heard him snoring.

I slowly climbed out of bed, my legs were wobbly when I stood; I steadied myself then went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet and let go. What seemed to be a gallon of sperm and semen flowed from my pussy into the toilet.

When I climbed back into bed I felt a huge, cold wet spot on my back. I smiled and immediately fell asleep.

I awoke with a start. A single beam of sunshine squarely on my face. I wondered where I was...suddenly, a violent shiver raced up and down my spine; my hands began to tremble.

My head swiveled on my neck as I searched around the room. My heart sank when I saw my mother's boss, Freddy the Asshole, and I shivered once again. Then just as quickly, my eyes cleared and I recognized the hotel room and saw that it was Earl of Houston in bed with me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, inched my way to his side, and lay my head on his rising and falling chest. His rhythmic heartbeat calmed my jittery nerves.

We had slept with only a single sheet covering us, and now as I glanced downward I could see his semi-erection lifting the sheet. He had been so nice to me last night, I decided to give him a morning gift.

Carefully, I threw back the sheet and looked at the magnificent cock that had given me such a wonderful orgasm. I reached down and gently took it in my hand and slowly stroked it until it was rock-hard.

I glanced at his face, he seemed to be asleep, but a small smile had formed on his lips. I stealthily moved down the bed, his legs were far enough apart to allow me to kneel between them.

I held his erection by the base then ran my tongue up and down his hot flesh. I paid special attention to the veins on the underside of his shaft and I heard him moan above me. I took the glans into my mouth and my tongue slowly worked the sensitive flesh just below the crown.

"Ohhh, Sugar--you are the best!" he groaned.

I massaged his heavy balls while my lips and tongue teased his now throbbing erection. 

There is a big difference between giving a blowjob to a man, and making love to his cock. A blowjob is for my benefit: suck him fast and hard and make him cum as soon as possible so I can get off my knees...but when I make love to a cock it is for HIS benefit--to give him the most pleasure I possibly can--his body will signal me when he's ready to explode.

I made sure he could feel my hot breath on his flesh while my tongue slithered up and down, lathering his entire erection with my saliva. Every so often I licked his slit, and drank the ever-increasing pools of pre-cum.

When his hips began moving, and they ever-so-slightly lifted off the bed, it was time to give him his reward.

I wet my lips and swallowed his glans and applied a firm suction on his now-pulsating cock. Incessant groans escaped his throat; his hips bucked upward in a desperate attempt to force more of his hardness into my mouth.

One hand moved rapidly up-and-down his expanding shaft as I gently rolled his balls with my small fingers. I bobbed my head furiously sucking his glans, and at least the top three inches of his lovely cock.

His balls contracted in my hand while the other hand masturbated him fast and hard. When he cried out, I flattened my tongue on his slit and waited for the deluge of sperm and semen.

His ejaculate was slightly tart, but not objectionable. I caught most of it on my tongue and swallowed quickly, without missing a single drop. It had become something of a source of pride for me to be able to swallow every man's entire load.

I mean, a guy's gotta be good at something, right?

"Jesus H Christ, Johnny--how in hell did you get so good at this?" he exclaimed while panting, and sucking air.

"I guess I was born to do this..." was all I could say.

"I gotta whizz!" he announced.

"Me, too," I answered.

On the way to the bathroom he playfully slapped my still sore buttocks and I shrieked and he laughed.

We stood side-by-side at the bowl and emptied our bladders. It was only then I realized how much taller and heavier he was over me. I stared first at his soft penis then my own. I felt like a little boy standing next to him.

In the bedroom, he retrieved two bathrobes from the closet and gave me one. It was way too big for me, but I loved the feel of the luxurious fabric completely covering me.

In the living room he said, "Damn boy--I'm starving...I drank my dinner last night...is it too early for you to eat?"

"No, I'm hungry too, Daddy!" I said.

By the expression on his face, I could tell he was pleased I'd remembered to call him that name.

He dialed room service, ordered us a pot of coffee and two steak and eggs.

"How do you like your steak and eggs, boy?" he asked.

"Medium rare and over easy, Daddy," I replied.

He smiled and ordered two identical breakfasts.

We settled onto the sofa, and for a brief while nothing was said. I hoped my lack of conversational skills didn't turn him off.

So Johnny, do you have to go back to Santa Cruz today?" he asked.

"No..." I answered softly, "...no, not really..."

"When do you have to go back to work?" he asked.

"Well, uh, I'm currently between positions," I answered. That brought a smile to his face.

"How long you been out of work?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, about six months...there's not a whole lot of jobs available there for a guy with no skills," I said.

"Oh..." he said, raising his eyebrows; then added, "How do you pay for rent and food?"

I averted my eyes from his; a slight blush covered my face.

"Well, uh..." I couldn't think what to say; suddenly the words just came out of my mouth. "Lately, I guess I have to say it's been, uh...thru the kindness of strangers..."

I could tell my answer surprised him because all he said was "OH."

There was an awkward moment of silence then he cheerfully said, "Good--I'm here until Tuesday morning--you'll stay here with me--would you like that?"

I was so relieved to hear him say that I felt tears gather in my eyes. He seemed very nice, and more importantly, I wouldn't have to go home for a few more days.

"I would like that very much, Daddy!" I exclaimed.

Then he added: "And maybe on Tuesday I can help you out with your bills!"

"Daddy," I said. "I'm not a hustler or a pro or anything like that...I, uh, just like spending time with you!"

If I'd been totally honest, I would have said, "...I like spending time with you as far away from Santa Cruz as possible!"

"No-no, boy, I'm not insinuating anything at all...I like spending time with you too and well, helping out people who are down on their luck is something I do...would that be alright?"

"Well, I guess so, Daddy...some people have been very generous to me and I'm always so grateful for it!"

When the food arrived I hadn't realized just how hungry I was until I remembered my last meal consisted of two stale donuts and a putrid cup of coffee the day before. We ate like it was the last meal we'd ever have.

"Johnny, do you want to shower first, or should I?" he asked when we finished breakfast.

I smiled and said, "Why don't we shower together, Daddy--I'd love to wash you all over!"

That brought a wide-eyed smile from him.

"But I need to use the toilet again first, okay?" I asked.

"Let me know when you're ready, Sugar!"

"Oh, Daddy--I like that nickname!" I said. I stood, went to him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for breakfast...and last night!"

If I wasn't mistaken, Earl from Houston was blushing.

Once my bowels were vacated, I decided on a course of action. I grabbed the lubricant and began the ritual of getting my 'pussy' ready. 

Freddy the Asshole would say "Get your pussy ready for my cock" so often, I just began to naturally refer to it as that myself. The first time I was with him I told him I wanted to lubricate my asshole he corrected me: "Men have assholes--a boy like you has a pussy!"

When I was done, I opened the bathroom door and called out, "I'm ready for you, Daddy!"

Earl of Houston had a lively spring to his walk and he whistled when he saw me standing there naked with a boner.

"My-my, boy--you're as pretty as a picture standing there like that!" he smiled.

"Oh, Daddy..." I blushed.

I wouldn't let him do a thing. I soaped him all over then washed and rinsed him clean. I saved the best for last. I got on my knees, made him turn around, then ran the soap between his masculine buttocks. I paid special attention to his anus.

When I rinsed the soap off him, I burrowed my face between his butt cheeks and licked his hole. I pushed my tongue inside him and he leapt with surprise.

All he managed to say was "You are something else, boy!"

When I turned him to face me he had a full-blown erection. I lovingly caressed his hard cock with the soap and stroked him until I heard his breath catch in his throat. I then tenderly soaped his scrotum. I washed all the soap off him then surprised him again.

Instead of standing completely upright, I rested my hands on the far side of the bath tub, and bent over for him. I rubbed my butt against his hard cock. 

"Please fuck me, Daddy--do you want to fuck my pussy, Daddy?"

I heard him groan and in a barely audible voice he said, "Oh God yes..."

I reached between my legs and found his cock. Pressing the bulbous head to my opening, I took a deep breath then thrust my hips backwards until I was totally impaled on his wonderfully, hard and hot cock.

We moaned in unison. He wasted no time and grabbed my hips and began to fuck me. With every inward thrust I flung my hips back at him so his cockhead slammed my prostate. 

OH MY GOD I LOVE HIS COCK!!

His big, heavy balls rammed my own scrotum. I was in heaven. Earl from Houston really knew how to give a boy a great fuck!

When I felt his cock expand in my pussy he did something I did not expect: he reached around and grabbed my prick with three fingers and furiously masturbated me.

WHAT A WONDERFUL MAN--HE'S GOING TO HELP ME CUM--FREDDY THE ASSHOLE NEVER TOUCHES MY PRICK!

"I'm no queer!" Freddy would say.

Lying faggot, I would think.

The bathroom filled with the sounds and noises of two males wildly ejaculating. Earl from Houston pumped my prick as the sperm and semen gushed from my balls. He came inside me with such a force he had to hold me close so I wouldn't fall over.

One blast inside me--another one--another one--another one and then one final lung into me and my pussy was absolutely full of cock and cum. We stayed in place until our wits, and breathing returned to normal.

I groaned with some disappointment when his cock shriveled inside me then slipped from my hole.

I took up the soap and washcloth one more time and cleaned my partner then myself. 

"My God, boy," he finally said. "Why on earth hasn't a good man snatched you up?"

And it just came out: "I've never met a good man, Daddy--until now, that is..."

"Johnny, I'm here on business," he said when we were dressed and sitting once again on the sofa. "A prospective client is flying in from Japan tomorrow...I need some time to put together my presentation."

"Aww, Daddy--can't we go out and do something? Have you ever been to Fisherman's Wharf?" I asked him.

I saw 'that look' in his eyes. He was smitten with me and did not want to disappoint me. I slid next to him and subtly placed my hand on his strong thigh. 

"I'll make it fun for you, Daddy--I promise!" I said.

I saw the wheels turning in his head. "Well, you know, boy...I do have three tickets to the Giants ballgame tomorrow...I could stay here and work, and the three of you can go to the game."

"Oh, he's bringing someone with him?" I asked.

"He always brings his assistant with him wherever he goes...rumor has it he's a rather 'personal' assistant--if you know what I mean?"

"Oh...he's a 'he' is he?" I smiled.

We both laughed at how odd that sounded.

"Yes...Mr. Binnaka thinks no one knows about his penchant for boys, but it's the worst kept secret in Tokyo!"

"Binnaka?" I said chuckling. "Like the breath spray?"

He looked at me for a second then broke out in laughter.

"Never made that connection--good one!" he said.

"Is Mr. Binnaka (I tried hard not to laugh) an important man?" I asked.

"I'll just say that if I can get his business it'll make my nut for the year--hell, it'll make the next five years!"

There was a moment of silence as he and I stared into each others eyes. I knew what I was thinking, and was pretty sure he was thinking the same thing.

"Alright then, if you're staying a few more days we better get you some clothes!" he said, changing the subject.

"You don't have to do that, Daddy," I said.

"Well, boy, your shorts and shirt will be fine for Fisherman's Wharf, but they have something of a dress code in the restaurant here...besides, you'll need something casual for the ballgame tomorrow!"

"Daddy, you really don't have to do this," I protested.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything, okay, Sugar?" he said with a small grin.

I relented. "Oh, okay, thank you, Daddy."

It was one of those glorious San Francisco days where the temperature is warm in the sunshine, but a slight, cool breeze made it feel just perfect.

We were staying near the corner of 3rd and Market Streets and Earl of Houston led me to an upscale men's shop right around the corner. I became nervous and fidgety the moment we went inside and saw some of the prices of the clothes. I'd never been in a shop like this in my life.

A sales clerk rushed over to greet us. He almost bowed to Earl of Houston when he introduced himself.

"Well, 'Kyle,'" said Earl of Houston, "...my protege here needs a suit, two dress shirts, a couple ties, and socks and underwear...what can you show me?"

Oh my goodness, I thought. This is no JC Penny's--suits here start at a thousand dollars!

My hands began to tremble. I wanted to tell Daddy he didn't have to spend so much money on me, and I turned and faced him, but, the look in his wide brown eyes told me to stay quiet, and let him buy whatever he wanted to buy me.

I don't know how much money he spent, but when we walked out of the shop, he carried my new suit on a wooden hangar while I was loaded down with several bags. The morning sunlight made me dizzy; my head was swimming in a fog of wonder and amazement.

No one had ever treated me with such respect and genuine affection before...I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Over there," he suddenly said, pointing at a shoe store across the street.

I followed him into the street. I didn't notice he'd stopped walking until I heard him yell something then felt his big hand pull me backwards by my shirt. A trolley car zoomed past us missing me by a few feet.

"Pay attention to your surroundings, boy!" he scolded me.

"I, uh, yes, Daddy--sorry, Daddy!" I said.

I guess I said 'Daddy' loud enough for a nicely dressed couple to hear and they gave Earl of Houston a curious glance.

"Screw'em," he muttered, then added softly, "...maybe when we're in public, boy, you call me 'Sir,'"!

"Oh, uh, yes, Sir," I replied.

Back in the hotel room we surveyed the purchases. He chose my outfit for the day: bermuda shorts (to the knee), and a colorful, yet tasteful beach shirt, and brown leather sandals. 

"Whoa--who's that classy guy in the mirror?" he said standing behind me.

I turned, and with tears welling in my eyes, hugged him close to me. He gazed down into my watery, blue eyes and smiled. He kissed me and I kissed him back. My hand wandered to his crotch, but he gently pushed it away.

He smiled and said, "Let me get my strength back, boy, then I'll show you some real Texas moves tonight!"

I giggled and said, "Yes, Daddy!"

To say it was the most wonderful day I'd experienced in a long, long time would be an understatement. It was the kind of day that made me completely forget who I was, and where I came from. 

It was the kind of day I questioned why I didn't deserve to live like this all the time.

We made our way down to the Ferry Building and ate lunch on the patio of a cute bistro. I wasn't sure what I was eating, but it was delicious, and 'Sir' selected a tasty wine to go along nicely with the meal.

"You know, boy, all the years I've been coming here I never did any touristy things--it's always been strictly business...how about a boat ride?" he asked.

I looked around and when I determined no one could hear me I replied, "I'd love that, Daddy!"

His broad smile told me he was pleased with my answer.

Well, we not only cruised San Francisco Bay, but, to my surprise, the ship docked at Alcatraz and we toured the notorious, old prison.

At one point while walking past the cells I remarked, "I would have been very popular here!"

You would have thought that was the funniest thing Earl of Houston had ever heard by his roaring laughter.

The cruise was beautiful and it was exciting to see and feel the waves crash against the bow of the ship. The salty air was invigorating, and when he draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close to him, well, I don't think I've ever felt so special.

Back on land, we drank Margarita's at a Mexican restaurant near Pier 45; nibbled on exotic seafood appetizers on Pier 43; then had linguine and clams at a famous Italian eatery on the water with a view of a gorgeous sunset over the bay.

I gained an appreciation of Earl from Houston I hadn't had before. Walking beside him made me feel important. He carried himself like he was the most important man in the world—standing up straight with a supremely confident swagger. I was proud to know him and again, felt so special he wanted to be with me.

We finished our after-dinner drinks and he hailed a taxi. In the backseat, he put his arm around me and held me close. I could see he had as much fun as me and I was absolutely thrilled.

Back at the hotel, well, I won't get into all the dirty details, ha-ha-ha, but he took me bending over--on my back--sitting on his lap while I slid up-and-down his magnificent cock--in every room of the suite--and the bedroom twice. His virility excited and astounded me and literally took my breath away...three times, heh-heh-heh...

We finally collapsed on the bed in sheer exhaustion, and I fell into a deep slumber with a delicious tingling sensation in my well-used pussy.

Daddy and I are eating dinner on the veranda of his exclusive country club over-looking the 18th green. 

I offer him a bite of my filet mignon and he smiles and says "It's delicious..." he politely cuts-off a piece of prime rib from the huge slab on his plate and I eat it off his fork "Oooo, very tasty!" I say.

His acquaintances and business associates wander by the table thru-out our meal making small talk; it is obvious to me they are seeking his approval and friendship. They treat me with the utmost courtesy and respect. 

"GODDAMN COMPUTER!!"

Huh? What?

I shook the cobwebs from my head and could hear Daddy in the living room pounding on his laptop. I rolled out of bed and slipped into my bathrobe. As I groggily stumbled into the living room, he looked up from the laptop and smiled at the sight of the over-size robe almost swallowing my body.

"Good morning, Sugar," he said. "There's coffee and croissants on the room service cart."

I perked-up immediately and said, "Good morning...thank you, Daddy!" but instead of going to the cart, I went to the desk to see what kind of problem he was having. I saw the dreaded 'blue screen' on his laptop.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do..." he said, "...I've got all this work to do, and now the damn computer takes a crap!"

"Uh...Daddy? Do you mind if I take a look at it?" I asked rather sheepishly.




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 01



He gave me an odd look then stood and said, "Have at it, boy."

I sat down, began hitting keys, and within thirty-seconds his laptop was up and running again.

The astonished expression on his face was priceless. 

He was unable to talk so I said, "I've only had old and used computers--I had to learn how to fix them when they went down."

When I stood to allow him to sit again, he took me in his arms and gave me a wet and sloppy kiss.

"Boy, you're full of surprises, aren't you?" he beamed at me.

It had been a long time since I felt such pride in something I was good at...besides sex, that is.

Daddy continued working while I ate a croissant and sipped coffee.

"Mr. Binnaka's plane is landing about now..." I heard him say.

I couldn't help myself and giggled again at his name.

Daddy chuckled himself then said, "Sugar, try to control yourself when you're introduced to him--he's a very proud man!"

"I'm sorry, Daddy--I'll behave!" I said with a smile.

"He should be here in an hour or so--you may want to get ready!" he said.

"Are we going to shower together again, Daddy?" I asked impishly.

"Sugar..." he replied, "...if I shower with you today, I'll end up napping the whole time you are at the ballgame and won't get any work done!"

"Awww, Daddyyyyy..." I pouted.

He laughed and said, "Get your sweet little tushy in the bathroom, boy!"

"Okay, Daddy, but it won't be the same without you!" I said walking out of the room.

I stood somewhat awestruck in the living room in the suite across the hall from ours listening to Daddy speaking Japanese with Mr. Binnaka. I was very impressed with Earl from Houston; he appeared to be a more complex man than I'd originally believed, and I could sense that Mr. Binnaka was impressed, as well.

Mr. Binnaka was even older than Daddy--maybe in his sixties--but he too appeared fit for a man of such advanced age. He was taller than I'd expected with a full head of white hair. He gave off an aura of importance...an extremely distinguished and accomplished man.

I was a little frightened by him...Earl from Houston was the most impressive man I'd ever met, but now Mr. Binnaka seemed even more so.

My eyes wandered to his assistant, Yoshi--in height, weight and body shape, he and I were practically identical. He was several years older than me, but his face still had a cuteness that probably attracted Mr. Binnaka in the first place. 

When we met, I assumed he was Mr. Binnaka's translator, but it became clear early-on Daddy didn't need one. I followed Yoshi's lead and remained silent during the men's conversation. 

The men shook hands, Yoshi bowed to Daddy so I bowed to Mr. Binnaka, then Daddy and I returned to our room.

"I've got some work to do," announced Daddy. "The man's trying to screw me already...I need to prove to him what I'm asking is fair and reasonable...otherwise, this deal won't be worth squat!"

"I know you can do it, Daddy--I can tell you're smarter than him!" I said.

He gave me an amused smile and said, "Sugar, now that marriage is legal for guys, I seriously don't understand why you're single!"

I blushed and said, "Awww, Daddyyyyy..."

He gave me an envelope and I found the three tickets, four hundred dollar bills and five twenties. I looked at the money not sure if I should be happy or insulted.

"Johnny," he said quickly, "...use the money to buy them whatever they want at the ballpark!"

"OH--okay, Daddy," I replied.

He gave me a peck on my cheek and sat at his desk with his back to me.

I don't know why, but suddenly an idea came to mind. I went to the bedroom, stripped off the knee-high shorts, found my short-shorts and wriggled them up my legs and over my hips.

I could squeeze the tickets and money in my front pockets, but it would be impossible to carry my hairbrush and wallet, and I didn't want to bring my man bag...I thought about it and decided I wouldn't need the wallet and brush.

Daddy was busy on the computer as I hurried out the door.

"Good-bye, Daddy," I called out.

"Have fun, Sugar!" he said without seeing I'd changed shorts.

When Yoshi opened the door he noticed my bare legs immediately. A wry smile formed on his lips as I walked past him into the living room.

Mr. Binnaka came out of the bedroom, stopped and looked at me, gave neither a sign of approval or disapproval, and we left the room. 

Both men wore short-sleeved dress shirts, and Dockers...not exactly your typical ballpark apparel. I made a conscious decision to walk ahead of them to the elevator so the old man could get a good look at my butt and legs.

The doorman hailed us a cab, and I was pleasantly surprised when Mr. Binnaka motioned Yoshi into the taxi first. In the cab, the old man kept his distance, but I caught him staring at my legs more than once.

We stopped at a concession stand before we went to our seats. When I pulled out the money, Mr. Binnaka said something short, and curt, to Yoshi.

"Put money away," Yoshi whispered to me. "He wants to pay!"

"B-But--" I tried to say, but Yoshi put his finger to my lips as if to say, "That is an order!"

We took hot dogs and beer to our seats. Once again I was pleased the old man wanted me to sit next to him.

The Giants were playing the Rockies, and an error by the shortstop in the first inning allowed the visiting team to score three unearned runs.

Mr. Binnaka said something to Yoshi, and he explained to me, "He say the Yomiuri Giants could beat these Giants."

Now I'm a lifelong Giants fan and I didn't appreciate the comment but I just turned to the old man and smiled. The stern expression he'd been wearing since I met him gradually faded away until he, too, allowed a small smile to cross his lips.

I don't drink much beer; don't really care for the taste; maybe that's why when I do, I drink Coors Light...anyway, whenever I finished a beer, Mr. Binnaka insisted I have another. I must admit, he kept up with me.

By the fifth inning I REALLY had to pee. I mentioned it to Yoshi who in turn said something to Mr. Binnaka who in turn said something back at Yoshi.

"He go with you," he explained. 

The old man stood, made a grand gesture for me to lead the way, and we walked up the many steps to the concourse. I just knew he was staring at my ass and legs the whole way.

There was a short line in the men's room, but when it came to our turn, we ended up standing side-by-side.

Mid-way thru, he said something I didn't understand. He said it again so I looked at his face. His eyes darted downward as if he wanted me to look...so I did.

He held his flaccid prick in his palm so the entire length was exposed to me. I did my best to make sure no one else saw me looking, and I got a good view of a long, and thin penis, and OH MY GOD--he'd even pulled out his scrotum, and there wasn't single hair to be seen!

We finished, washed our hands, and returned to our seats. A few seconds later he leaned across me and said something very softly to Yoshi.

Yoshi leaned in and whispered, "He want to know if you like what you saw?"

I don't know why I blushed, but I did. I turned to Mr. Binnaka, and averting my eyes from his, nodded my head. Not another word was said the rest of the game. 

I excused myself two more times to pee, but the old man remained in his seat.

It turned out to be a good game, and the Giants rallied in the bottom of the eighth and took a 6-5 lead then the closer shut-down the Rockies in the ninth.

A funny thing happened on the way out of the stadium. We were in the middle of a crush of people, elbow-to-elbow, when suddenly I felt a hand on my butt. The hand squeezed a cheek then disappeared. I glanced at Mr. Binnaka who was steadfastly staring ahead of us...he had a bemused grin on his face.

Once again I sat between the two men in the taxi. Near the hotel, the old man openly placed his hand on my bare thigh and stroked it. I gave him a smile, and let him cop a feel.

"I thought you were wearing the shorts we bought yesterday?" exclaimed Daddy when I was in our room.

"Well, uh, I figured it was going to be hot, and I wanted to be comfortable," I replied.

He shook his head then said, "We're going to meet them in the lounge in an hour for cocktails before dinner--wear your new suit."

"Yes, Daddy...I'm going to take another shower--you want to join me?" I said.

"No, you go ahead, I just took one," he said.

I could sense something was wrong...was he really mad at me for wearing the short-shorts? I was only trying to help...

There's nothing like a new suit to make a guy feel great, and boost his confidence. We sat in plush, leather chairs in the lounge sipping martini's...Yoshi and the old man drank wine. 

Yoshi and I were silent while the men appeared to be discussing business. After two martini's I was grateful to see the host approach and tell us our table was ready.

I sat facing Yoshi and the two men were across from each other. They were still talking about business and I was getting the feeling that Daddy wasn't too happy.

When dinner arrived, the business talk ended, and the men became more amiable, and everyone enjoyed their meal.

During after-dinner drinks, Mr. Binnaka leaned over and spoke softly with Daddy. Daddy's face became visibly red, and I could plainly see he was upset about something. Of course I don't understand Japanese, but it was clear to me the two men were negotiating business, and Daddy didn't like the old man's offer.

We rode the elevator back to our rooms in silence. When we reached our doors, Mr. Binnaka said something to Daddy, and Daddy said something back to him with a stern look on his face. We went into our respective rooms.

Daddy went immediately to the wet bar and poured himself a tumbler full of Makers Mark then collapsed on the sofa.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" I asked.

I watched him take two large gulps of bourbon before he answered me.

"I don't know what you did or said to him today, but...the dirty old man wants you to spend the night with him!"

My first reaction was one of elation...that I would be able to help Daddy make the deal. 

But then I saw his eyes...what am I looking at? Did I hurt his feelings? Does he actually care for me? I was only trying to help...

I went and sat close beside him.

"Daddy, I want to help you any way I can...if this will get you his business then I say it's worth it!"

"I''M NOT A PIMP, DAMNIT!" he shouted. "I didn't have you stay with me to close a business deal!"

OH MY GOD--HE REALLY DOES CARE FOR ME!!

I summoned all the courage I could to answer him. I am not accustomed to talking back to powerful men.

"I told you--I'm not a hustler or a pro--and I'm not some cum-slut you probably now think I am...you have given me the most wonderful weekend of my life, and I have nothing to give you in return--except this...I don't feel like I HAVE to do this--I WANT to do this--I want to do this for YOU!"

"I don't like it..." he mumbled.

"Daddy, I'm not proud of a lot of things I've done in my life...I've been petty and selfish—-thinking only of myself...taking and taking but never giving back...please let me give back to you and repay the kindness and generosity you have shown me the past few days...I have feelings for you, and that won't change no matter what happens tonight!"

I stood before the door wearing the over-sized robe with nothing-on underneath. I waited for the clock to tell me it was exactly 10pm.

My hands trembled, and beads of perspiration formed on my brow. My entire body cringed when the high-pitched squeal of the alarm clock filled the room.

I took a deep gulp of air, and one last glance at the wonderful man on the sofa, a pang of regret he would be alone tonight, then scampered across the hallway.

Sure enough, their door was cracked open. I knocked twice then entered the room and shut the door behind me. When I turned I almost ran into Yoshi. He was wearing an identical, over-sized bathrobe like mine, and he looked just as ridiculous in it as me.

He put his finger to his lips and pointed at Mr. Binnaka seated at a desk, studying the laptop before him. I guessed he too, was doing his homework before meeting with Daddy in the morning.

Yoshi motioned to me and I followed him into the bedroom. Mr. Binnaka never looked back at me, or acknowledged my presence.

Yoshi stripped off his robe; he was naked underneath like me. He nodded and I removed my robe as well. For a few brief seconds, we drank in each others nudity then he took my hand and led me into the bathroom. The room was steamy and I saw the bathtub was filled with water.

"I've already taken two showers today," I told him.

"No matter," he replied. "Masuta demands you bathe--he like smell from bubbles!"

I saw the soapy and frothy water and smelled the sweet fragrance of the bubble bath.

I shrugged my shoulders as he helped me into the tub, and settled into the hot water. I had to admit it felt soothing...I hadn't taken a bath in years.

Yoshi wouldn't let me do anything. He insisted I sit back while he gently, and thoroughly, soaped and scrubbed every inch of my body.

I loved it--I imagined I was a rich and pampered son of an important man receiving the much-deserved attention of my boy-servant.

Yoshi explained my role for the evening.

"Always call him 'Masuta' or he become very angry...you will go to him where he sit--get on your knees, back straight, hands locked behind your bowed head, eyes lowered to floor...say nothing--when he ready, he will face you and open his robe--you will bow to him and say "I am yours, Masuta"...place your hands on either side of his feet and bow and kiss his right foot—say 'Masuta'--then kiss left foot and say 'Masuta'..."

"What does 'Masuta' mean?" I interrupted him.

He averted his eyes and said, "Not important--only a game!"

Then he continued: "He will give you filthy and dirty commands--obey immediately!"

"I thought he doesn't speak English?" I asked.

"He fool people--he know English better than me!" said Yoshi. "Do not be offended--only a game."

Yoshi's hands caressed my inner thighs and crotch. "Very soft...and very white--he will like!"

His touches began to effect me, my penis rose to full erection...he smiled, winked at me and squeezed it.

"I-I don't think I can remember everything you told me," I said in a panic.

"You do fine," he replied.

"Will you help me if I forget something?" I asked.

"Will not be here," he said.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked.

"While you pleasure my Masuta--I will pleasure yours!" he answered.

Huh? What? A sudden twinge of jealousy coursed thru my body. And I was worried about Daddy spending the night alone?

Hell, those dirty old men probably had this 'swap' arranged the whole time!

But the longer Yoshi caressed and fondled my flesh, the more relaxed I became. I decided I was glad Daddy wouldn't be alone, that his needs would be taken care of tonight.

"OH, VERY IMPORTANT" Yoshi suddenly blurted out. "Never kiss face or mouth--it would be gross insult!"

"Oh--thank you for telling me that!" I said sincerely. "I love kissing--I would have tried to kiss 'Masuta.'"

Yoshi smiled, leaned in and tilted my head to his and our lips met in a long, and sweet kiss. He was a wonderful kisser.

"I like kiss, too--I miss it..." he said rather dejectedly.

Yoshi helped me stand while the water drained from the tub. He wrapped a thick towel around me and vigorously dried my entire body. His hands were so wonderful I momentarily worried Daddy might like him better than me.

He used the blow dryer on my hair with a brush. He was a skilled hairdresser--I looked fabulous! But then he showed me the all-too-familiar tube and bag...

Yoshi saw the expression on my face and knew I recognized it. "Matusa don't want 'accident'."

I nodded my head as he filled the bag with hot, soapy water. I knew the procedure well. Freddy the Asshole took great delight watching me give myself an enema. He would make me wait a long time before he gave me permission to sit and expel the contents of my bowels. 

When Yoshi was ready, I bent over and spread my legs without him saying a word. Once he injected the water, he made me wait a long time, too. 

My belly began to rumble and I felt the usual discomfort.

As if to assuage my predicament, Yoshi said, "I use this before you come here." That didn't make me feel any better about it. Once my bowels were empty, I wiped and he had me stand again.

I saw him handling a long, cylindrical tube similar to mine. He was going to lubricate my pussy. The whole bathroom experience should have been humiliating, but for some reason I felt Yoshi and I were kindred spirits...he and I both treated these ablutions as a routine part of our lives.

I noticed he dipped the tube into two separate bowls of liquid but said nothing. When it was time, I bent over, and reached behind me and pulled open my butt cheeks for him.

He chuckled and said, "Good boy!"

He worked slowly, and methodically. By the time the entire length of my pussy was lubricated, I began to feel a strange sensation down there. 

This is new, I thought, as the walls of my pussy began to sting. I thought it would go away, but it only intensified.

Yoshi saw my growing panic and explained, "No worry--pain turn to heat."

"W-What is this stuff?" I asked in a high-pitched voice. The stinging was becoming unbearable.

Yoshi held my arms to stop my struggling and explained: "Very old formula...World War Two--captured Korean and Chinese women serve in 'comfort stations' for Japanese soldiers...made to fuck forty-fifty soldiers a day...doctors develop paste to keep cunts wet...side-effect is intense heat--women love it--want to keep fucking...works on assholes, too--you beg Matusa fuck you!"

OH MY GOD--WHAT THE HELL?

"Your Matusa have nice cock?" he asked me. 

HUH? WHAT? Oh...he was trying to take my mind off the pain.

"YES--LONG AND THICK," I said very loudly. Apparently the paste worked as some type of truth serum, too.

"Good-good," he said calmly. "I have paste in me, too!"

He cleaned the tube then dipped it into the paste one more time.

"Open mouth!" he ordered.

I don't know why I obeyed him, but when I did he held my mouth open and rolled the tube the entire length of my tongue.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" I cried out.

"No worry--will help you please Matusa!" he said matter-of-factly.

Now my tongue was on fire, too. My eyes bugged wide open; I sucked air in my mouth to cool my tongue. I couldn't believe what was happening to me! I tried to speak but my tongue was too thick to form words.

"You talk soon when pain goes away," he said.

I saw him roll the tube in the paste one more time and wondered where else on earth could he possibly apply it to my body, and then to my shock and horror, he gingerly lifted my scrotum and ran the tube over my balls.

The pain was immediate and intense, my balls began burning as bad, if not worse, than my tongue and pussy. I wanted to cry--to pull away and run out of the hotel room to the safety of Daddy's arms.

For a brief moment, I truly feared for my life. I didn't know any of these people. This could be one huge conspiracy; maybe Daddy was even in on it; maybe he set me up so he could close a business deal with a Japanese sex pervert? 

What kind of diabolical degenerates are these people? screamed my brain.

The pain abruptly stopped and was replaced with heat...very, very intense heat. My pussy yearned--no, demanded to be filled with something warm...it became a yawning cavern that desperately NEEDED to be impaled with a hard and hot cock.

And my tongue, oh my God, it was just as hot as my pussy! 

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM?" I shouted again, discovering I could indeed talk.

He took me in his arms, with a twinkle in his eyes, and a taunting and teasing voice asked me, "You want hard cock?"




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 01



The heat in my pussy completely overwhelmed me. All filters of modesty, pride and dignity had evaporated into the walls of my pussy along with the paste. 

I grabbed his erection and furiously stroked it. I rubbed his balls. I couldn't decide if I wanted his hard cock in my hot pussy, or lap at it with my heated tongue. He could have ordered me to do ANYTHING and I would have obeyed him without thinking. 

"Yoshi, please fuck me--fuck me with your hard cock!" I pleaded with him.

He smiled and said, "Matusa be pleased with you!"

I groaned in bitter disappointment when I realized he was going to leave me in my heightened state of wild desire. He took my hand and led me into the bedroom. 

"Your cock stay hard three hours--you have best orgasm of life!" he said as he went to the closet.

I looked into the closet, anything to get my mind off the intense need in my pussy. What I saw surprised me. On hangars were babydoll nighties with matching panties...four of them--pink, red, yellow and white.

With no hesitation, he brought out the white one. Oh my God, I need to get fucked so badly I don't care if I have to wear a nightie and panties, if that's what it's going to take!

"Matusa, kind a, what you say, kinky!" smiled Yoshi.

The moment I stepped into the panties and pulled them into place, the delicious feel of the sheer material brought a flood of memories back to me. I remembered the summer when my mom worked a lot, and I was home alone and discovered the joys of masturbation. I couldn't get enough of it!

Then doing laundry one day, I felt the material of her underwear and instantly sprung a boner. I took out my prick and rubbed it with the panties--I came with a force I hadn't yet experienced. I was hooked...for the entire summer I masturbated with her panties whenever she was gone...until she caught me, that is...

Yoshi slid the nightie over my head and shoulders and stood back and admired me.

"Matusa adore you...white boy wearing white...' he said wistfully. "Hope he still want me later!"

The feel of my prick pressing firmly against the panties was driving me crazy with lust. I reached down and rubbed my cock thru the material. Yoshi slapped my hand away. I stared at him with puppy-dog eyes.

"Self-control..." he lectured, "...mind over asshole...say it: mind over asshole!"

"Mind over pussy," I said without thinking. "Mind over pussy!"

"If that work..." he said with a wry grin.

He gently pushed me forward. My feet shuffled into the living room. Pre-cum leaked from my slit and began staining the front of the panties.

OH MY GOD--I CAN"T FEEL MY BALLS--MY BALLS ARE NUMB!!

I shivered with fear...my entire body trembled and shook. Yoshi stood behind me holding my shoulders. I saw Mr. Binnaka sitting at the computer, his back to us. Yoshi leaned close and whispered in my ear.

"Breathe deep--help you stay calm..." he said softly, "...most important...remember--this only a game! He look angry and slap your face--it only a game...he spank you hard--it only a game...he call you nasty and dirty names--it only a game...obey him fast--do not make him mad...never look at his face--train your eyes on cock and balls..."

His hand stroked my buttocks thru the panties. I opened my legs and he caressed my throbbing prick. He soothed my nerves; he cooed in my ear how pretty I was--how much Matusa will love and adore me...

It worked...I suddenly became calm...all I wanted now was for the 'Game' to begin...to pleasure Matusa's cock with my hands, my lips, my tongue, my pussy--whatever Matusa ordered me to do I would do it quickly, with the singular thought the more pleasure I gave him, the more intense my own orgasm would be.

With one final squeeze of my hard little prick, Yoshi said, "Go now...take your place behind your Matusa!"

I silently walked to within five-feet of where he was sitting, dropped to my knees, forced my back straight, laced my fingers together behind my neck then lowered my eyes to the carpet and waited for the 'Game' to begin.

When I heard the door close behind me, I knew Yoshi was on his way to pleasure my man--I resolved to pleasure his.

Chapter two cumming soon...



Kindness of Strangers Ch. 02



I shivered with a strange mixture of fear and excitement...my entire body trembled and shook. Yoshi stood behind me holding my shoulders. I saw Mr. Binnaka sitting at the computer, his back to us. Yoshi leaned close and whispered in my ear.

"Breathe deep---help you stay calm..." he said softly, "...most important...remember---this only a game! He look angry and slap your face---it only a game...he spank you hard---it only a game...he call you nasty and dirty names---it only a game...obey him fast---do not make him mad...never look at his face---train eyes on cock and balls..."

His hand stroked my buttocks thru the sheer, white panties. I opened my legs and he caressed my throbbing prick. He soothed my nerves; he cooed in my ear how pretty I was---how much Matusa will love and adore me...

It worked...I suddenly became calm...all I wanted now was for the 'Game' to begin...to pleasure Matusa's cock with my hands, my lips, my tongue, my pussy---whatever Matusa ordered me to do I would do it quickly, with the singular thought the more pleasure I gave him, the more intense my own orgasms would be.

With one final squeeze of my hard little prick, Yoshi said, "Go now...kneel behind your Matusa---and remember---it only a game!"

I silently walked to within five-feet of where he was sitting, dropped to my knees, forced my back straight, laced my fingers together behind my neck then lowered my eyes to the carpet and waited for the 'Game' to begin.

When I heard the door close behind me, I knew Yoshi was on his way to pleasure my man---I resolved to pleasure his.

Matusa kept me waiting ten more minutes. The wicked sex paste Yoshi had applied to my pussy, tongue and balls was having the desired effect.

I was literally trembling from head-to-toe with a lust I'd never before known. Images of hard cocks flashed before my eyes. I tried to shut them out with thoughts of baseball, cars and shopping but nothing worked---I saw only long and thick cocks---long and slender cocks---short and fat cocks---hard cocks...hard cocks...hard cocks everywhere...

Matusa suddenly rose from his chair and I thought I would cum in my panties with anticipation.

I trained my eyes on the floor, as instructed. The bottom of his robe was in my field of vision and my prick twitched and jumped inside the panties when Matusa removed the garment and laid it on the chair.

I knew he was naked and I was sure he had an erection...I had to see it---OH MY GOD I WANT TO SEE AND FEEL HIS COCK!

His feet were now in sight and I remembered Yoshi's instructions.

I leaned over and said, "I am yours, my Matusa!" and kissed his left foot. I said "My Matusa" and kissed his right foot.

"Suck toes!" I heard him say above me.

"Yes, Matusa!" I answered and drew his big toe into my mouth and lathered it with my tongue. 

Oh God, the heat from his toe felt wonderful on my ultra-sensitive tongue. I licked and sucked until his hand gently tapped my head and he said, "Next toe!"

I could feel all doubts, all inhibitions slowly drain from my core being as he had me take each toe of both feet into my mouth and lather them with my devotion. 

I was crossing into an unknown, and dangerous state of mind. If I didn't stop now, there would be no turning back---I would lose my free-will, unable to refuse or resist whatever command he chose to give me. 

I groaned as he removed his foot from my face. I was now aware the sex paste not only ensnared one's body with uncontrollable lust and heightened desire, but also erased from one's mind the simple ability to agree or disagree; I had been transformed into an obedient mass of quivering flesh unable to think for myself, and not only willing, but eager to obey this strange man.

He lifted one foot and pressed it against my erection. He slowly ran his foot up-and-down my throbbing prick until I could no longer stay silent and allowed a loud moan escape from slightly parted lips.

"Ohhhhhhhh...yes..." 

His voice was soft and soothing.

"You wish to pleasure me tonight, whore?"

"Yes, Matusa, I want to pleasure you tonight."

"I allow only whores to pleasure me, are you a whore?"

"I, uh..."

"LOOK AT COCK!"

"Yes, Matusa---sorry Matusa," I answered and raised my eyes to his hard penis bobbing before my face.

"Ohhhhh..." I moaned loudly as my eyes fixed upon the most beautiful penis I'd ever seen. So long and slender, not a single strand of pubic hair. His flesh was smooth and his glans was a light purple with a perfect mushroom shape.

Then I saw the fluids leaking from his slit. "Ohhhh..." I groaned again. I want to taste him---no---I NEED to taste him!

I leaned forward and my tongue automatically darted from my mouth. I was an inch from tasting him when SLAP!!---he brought his hand down sharply across my face. It was all I could do to keep from falling backward.

"DID I GIVE PERMISSION TO LICK MY COCK?" he shouted down at me.

"NO, MATUSA---I'M SORRY, MATUSA!" I quickly said with tears welling in my eyes.

"ARE YOU A WHORE?"

"Y-YES, MATUSA---I AM A WHORE!!"

He stroked my prick again with his foot. My body visibly shivered from the sensations he gave me.

Then he did something that startled me; he gently stroked the cheek he had slapped and his tone of voice became low and soothing.

"It one thing to say you are whore---you must BELIEVE you are whore..."

"I-I am a whore, Matusa..."

"Whores obey men's commands---do you obey men?"

"Yes, Matusa, I am an obedient whore---I always obey men!"

"So you say...whores suck men's cocks---do you suck men's cocks?"

"Oh, yes, Matusa, I love sucking men's cocks..."

"Whores lick men's balls---do you lick men's balls?"

"Yes, Matusa, I love licking and sucking men's balls..."

The numbness in my balls gave way to a tingling sensation. His filthy questions excited me---my eagerness to admit I love doing all these things for men convinced me I really am a whore! 

"Whores push their tongues into men's assholes..."

"Ohhhhh..." I moaned. I would have cum in my panties if the damned paste had allowed.

"Yes, Matusa---I love licking men's assholes---please let me push my tongue inside your asshole---I'll lick your asshole as long as you want!"

"Whores give men good fuck---are you good fuck?"

"I am a great fuck, Matusa---men love fucking me---please, Matusa, please fuck me---I want to feel your beautiful cock in my pussy!" I cried out, meaning every word I said.

I heard him chuckling...possibly from my using the word 'pussy' instead of 'asshole.'

My body was on fire---incredible heat from head to toe. I wanted to dive forward and swallow his cock---I wanted him to use every orifice I have and fill each one with a gallon of cum. I am a whore...I REALLY, TRULY AM A WHORE---I LOVE MEN'S COCKS AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS!!

"Hands at side!" he ordered. I obeyed.

I wanted his cock so badly I was crushed when he turned his back to me. He shuffled backwards until he was squatting over my face. He pried apart his buttocks and pressed the open split to my face.

"LICK MY ASSHOLE, WORTHLESS WHITE WHORE!!" 

"Yes, Matusa---thank you, Matusa!"

My stiff prick oozed pre-cum; I was unabashedly thrilled by his obscene command. I curled my tongue and pushed it far inside his tight asshole. I was delirious with happiness and joy as my tongue elicited moans of pleasure from deep within my Matusa.

I was a mindless puppy-dog. If he had told me to roll over and beg, I would have obeyed and yelped at him loud and happy. I performed every act he demanded immediately; I gave him orgasm-after-orgasm. His virility astounded me.

Whenever he came in either my mouth or pussy, it would take only ten-minutes of tongue-fucking his asshole to get his marvelous cock hard again. 

The paste on my tongue and in my pussy demanded contact with hot flesh---his cum served only as a temporary antidote. I felt relief when he filled me with his hot and sticky fluids, but it never quenched my thirst for more. 

Compounding the problem, I quickly discovered the panties had a slit cut into the fabric below my pussy where Matusa would stick his long and slender cock, and the feel of the material rubbing my prick while he was fucking me drove me insane.

After every fuck and my pussy was dripping his sperm and semen, he would make me squat, place his hand to the opening of the panties and wait until a large pool of cum gathered in his hand then feed it to me. It wasn't the first time a man had me eat my own cum. 

I remembered Yoshi promising, "You will have many orgasms!" but by the time Matusa's desire faded, I had yet to enjoy a single climax. 

The paste worked wonders making me crave Matusa's cock, but prevented my balls from discharging my own pent-up lust. My balls seemed to be three-times their normal size, and a painful case of blueballs was setting in.

I was beside myself with frustration; my nerves were shot; Matusa seemed to enjoy my predicament. 

Just prior to our final fuck of the night, and one more orgasm for him, he made me lay across his lap for a spanking. I must admit, it was the slowest, most tantalizing and sexy spanking I've ever received. 

He raised his hand high, paused, then brought it down very hard on my butt. It hurt like hell, but he would then gently stroke and massage my panty-covered buttocks for some time before he struck me again.

The tender massage of my buttocks further inflamed my nerve-wracking lust. And to make matters worse, for the one and only time of the evening, he even rubbed my balls.

"These must be very painful," he said with an evil chuckle as he gently squeezed my balls. "No worry, another fuck then you allowed to cum."

Did I hear him right? Did I understand the meaning of his words? My inability to climax was premeditated? It had been his intention all along to deny my pleasure?

He sat on the edge of the bed, his full erection proudly jutting upward. I was flabbergasted he still had a hard-on after four orgasms, but grateful as hell.

"Come, my pretty white whore---ride my cock one more time!" he ordered.

I truly had no choice, the heat in my pussy demanded I obey him.

I positioned myself with my back to him, lined-up his cockhead with the slit in the panties and lowered myself until I was totally impaled on his hot, and wonderfully hard cock. 

There was a slight change in my balls...as his hot hardness filled my pussy, it felt as though this could be it---I thought for sure I would cum this time. With renewed hope, and a sense of purpose, I slid up-and-down his cock like madman. 

As he had done all night, he pinched my breasts and nipples hard; they had become super-sensitive and it was all I could do to keep from begging him to stop. The sheer, flimsy material of the nightie felt like sandpaper against my enlarged nipples.

I felt the churning in my balls for the first time that night. OH GOD YES---FINALLY!!

He chuckled in my ear as I fucked his cock faster and harder. "You live for cock, my pretty white whore...you have no morals, no values, no pride, no dignity, no self-respect..."

His words struck me harder than the slap to my face. Tears welled in my eyes. I had done my absolute best to pleasure him and he hurls these vile insults at me?

I suddenly heard Yoshi's reminder: "No matter what he says or does---it's only a game!"

It may be just a game, but it turned into a game I didn't want to play any longer.

My sole purpose now was to make him cum. I wanted to end this game. I milked his cock with the walls of my pussy; he cried out and his body shook and jumped as he shot his final load inside me. Actually, by this time, his 'load' had become a mere dribble. 

As I had done each time, I licked his limp penis clean, and lapped-up any remaining juices from his belly and highs.

"You are skilled and obedient white whore---you earn reward!" he announced with an odd smirk on his thin lips.

What could this strange, spent old man do for me? I wondered.

He motioned me to the other side of the bed and pointed at the floor. I saw a pillow and blanket.

My heart sank. Oh my God...after all the pleasure I'd given him, my reward was going to be sleeping on the floor? 

He kept pointing. I saw what he was really motioning at...attached to the wall by some type of suction cup about two-feet off the floor was an object standing straight outward. 

What the hell is that? I wondered. I narrowed my eyes, and recognized what appeared to be a dildo. 

"Take it in mouth---get it wet!" he ordered.

I had no idea what depraved plan he had in store for me, but just as I had done all night, I obeyed his command.

When I was inches away from the dildo I gasped. The damn thing was identical to his cock right down to the veins and ridges.

I guess I waited too long and he became impatient: "SUCK COCK!" he shouted.

I opened my lips wide then slid them over the fake cockhead. 

OH MY GOD IT WAS HOT---HOTTER THAN MATUSA'S COCK!

It felt absolutely wonderful in my mouth. My tongue craved the heat and lapped at it like a kitty at a bowl of milk. I coated the entire length and width with my saliva.

I was so caught up with the heat in my mouth I hadn't noticed that Matusa climbed into bed. His final words before he turned out the light were "You good white whore---you earn reward---make as much noise you want---I heavy sleep!!" And then I was left in total darkness.

Make as much noise as I want? What did he mean by that?

The heat soothed my burning tongue. I unconsciously sucked the rubber cock like it was the real thing. I became lost in the sucking---my head bobbing rapidly back-and-forth---my tongue never leaving the surface. My head was dizzy and swimming with lust. 

A thought came to mind---I can't do that, I quickly told myself---that would be sick!

But the longer I had it in my mouth, the more it felt like a real cock. "Mmmmm..." I moaned softly.

I reached between my legs and took hold of my prick. "Yessss..." I moaned again. Hot semen and sperm churned and boiled in my balls. 

My self-control and will to resist crumbled like a cookie. Ohhh, why not---Matusa said it was okay!?!

I reluctantly took my mouth off the hot rubber cock, turned my body around, and tried to impale my pussy on the delicious hardness. I soon discovered a logistical problem---my feet against the wall prevented me from getting as close to it as I needed to be.

I whimpered and groaned with frustration. OH MY GOD---this is supposed to be my reward? It's more like torture!

I spread my legs as far apart as they would go. The tip of the hard rubber cock pressed against my panties but that was all. My hands gripped below each knee, I pulled them to the sides of my body and found myself in a position so obscene it sent a thrill of pure lust and depravity coursing thru-out my body.

The rubber cockhead was pressing on my anus---I had to have the heat inside me---I trust my hips backwards in one swift motion. My pussy easily swallowed the entire length and the cockhead bumped my prostate.

"OHHHHHHHHH-GOD-YESSSSS..." I cried out then immediately clamped my hand over my mouth to not awaken Matusa.

OH GOD, THIS FEELS WONDERFUL!! I HAVE TO CUM---I NEED TO CUM!!

Any hesitation I had fucking a fake cock was gone. I moved my body until just the tip was inside me then brutally thrust backwards.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." I screamed into the hand covering my mouth.

Sweat dripped off my face and forehead as I rammed the wonderful, hot cock in-and-out of my pussy. In-and-out...in-and-out...in-and-out---my thrusting became more urgent, almost violent...in-and-out...in-and-out...in-and-out...

It happened so fast it caught me by surprise. My body suddenly stiffened---my back arched---and jolts of lightening shot thru my brain as wave-after-wave of pleasure washed over my entire body as semen and sperm repeatedly shot out of my cock and splashed against the front of the panties.

The climax went on forever...I shook and writhed and ground my hips back to take as much of the magnificent cock inside me as I could.

I buried my head in my hands as my body twitched, and a couple more spasms emptied even more semen into the panties.

I concentrated on breathing. The heat from the cock was so delicious, I decided to keep it inside me a little while longer.

A noise in the room startled me.

"Good boy," said Matusa in the darkness, "...yes, you ARE whore!"

My body froze---I experienced a shame and humiliation so deep I wanted to runaway and hide and never see a human being ever again.

Oh-God---oh-God---oh-God...he's right---I AM A WHORE---oh-God-oh-God-oh-God...

I heard him snoring on the bed. The dildo was still in my pussy and my penis was just as hard as before the orgasm. My balls filled with warmth, my mind was wracked with guilt...I told myself enough was enough---it was a great orgasm---go to sleep!

But the hot cock was too wonderful and delightful. I unconsciously pushed my hips back until the damned thing completely impaled me again.

Oh God, I'm a nasty, dirty boy, I thought as I slowly moved my hips back-and-forth over the hot and magnificent hard rubber cock.

I don't care anymore---I am who I am...I lost count after three orgasms...there may have been four, maybe five...all I knew was I wanted that fake, hot cock inside me forever.

"Whore-boy..."

Huh? What?

"WHORE-BOY!"

I awoke with a start. The room was awash in sunlight. I rubbed the soot from my eyes and saw two shiny, black shoes near my head. I turned and saw Matusa standing above me. He was dressed in shirt and tie and nice slacks, he had his suit coat draped over an arm.

"Get on knees---open slacks---take out cock and suck!" he stared down at me with a humorless face.

I did as I was told.

I decided to give him a 'quicky'---he didn't object...I sucked him fast and furious. I flinched when I felt his hands gently stroking my hair. I thought the show of tenderness was out of character for him.

When he discharged in my mouth I gulped it all down. I cleaned his shriveling penis with my tongue.

"You excellent whore..." he said patting my head. "Business meeting---all day---go back to sleep!" 

He left the bedroom and I heard the front door quietly close and he was gone. I listened for Yoshi but all I heard was silence. 

My prick had gotten hard while sucking him and I felt the familiar rumblings in my balls. Without giving it a second thought, I stuck my fingers in my mouth, made them slick with the remnants of his climax then coated the rubber cock until it was slippery.

My body was still sore from the unnatural position it had been in, but I managed to scrunch my knees to the side and when I pressed my anus on the cockhead it was as hot as it was a few hours earlier.

"Ohhhhhh-yesssss..." I moaned.

I squirmed and wriggled my hips until the cockhead popped thru my opening and my pussy slowly swallowed the entire length. 

"YESSSSSSSS..." I cried out when the head bumped my prostate.

I began a slow and rhythmic fucking. Suddenly, I fantasized Billy was fucking me. He was the boy who took my virginity...he was gentle and considerate and a wonderful lover even though every time we made love he insisted he wasn't gay.

He was the best time of my life. I pictured his cock and rammed my hips back faster and harder. The cum in my balls began churning...this would be a 'quicky' too.

A brief panic raced up my spine---something was wrong---someone was in the room with me!

I heard Yoshi's voice and felt his hands stroking my hair.

"Don't stop---keep fucking," he said. "Need your mouth---please, suck me."

My calmness and serenity returned. I found him kneeling, almost sitting near my head. I saw his beautiful cock inches below my face. 

Without a word, I lowered my head and took his hardness deep inside my mouth. His prick was short like mine, I could take the entire length into my mouth.




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 02



He sighed contentedly and said, "My best friend 'The Terminator,' give good fuck, yes?"

I knew he was referring to the fake cock and I groaned my agreement into his hot flesh, "Mmmmmm..."

"Ohhhh, Johnny---you great cocksucker...yesssss..."

Coming from him, I considered it the nicest compliment he could give me. His words inspired me. My hands, lips and tongue worked feverishly on his pulsating cock and ever-expanding balls. I wildly impaled myself on the hot rubber dildo striking my prostate with every thrust.

We both came with such mind-blowing force I worried the people in the adjacent room could hear our screams of ecstasy.. I adored the taste of his sperm and semen as it shot from his balls and filled my mouth. My body shook violently as once again, I spurted my climax into the crusty panties that had dried and now stuck to my crotch and hips.

When our bodies came to rest, he lowered his face and kissed me on my semen-slick lips. He smiled and said, "You like 'The Terminator'? He my best lover!"

"Oh my God, YES---he's the greatest fuck I've ever had!" I giggled in response.

"He keep me company many lonely nights," he said. 

I'm sure Yoshi meant it light-heartedly, but it came out sounding rather sad to me.

"I like long walks on the beach---especially at sunset," I said about my life in Santa Cruz. "The sound of the waves coming ashore is so soothing...when I can afford it---I love to eat the Snapper at a restaurant on the wharf."

We were facing each other in the bubble bath talking about our lives. He was so easy to talk with, it felt like he was an old friend. 

"How long have you known Mr. Binnaka?" I asked.

"Matusa hire me at 18 for mailroom...week later he want me in bed...I never been with man before him, but he very important in Tokyo---he make it difficult for me to refuse..."

I could relate to his story. My mother's boss, while never saying out loud I should sleep with him, made it clear to me it would help her career if I did. The difference between me and Yoshi was I already knew I was gay.

"Do you still work at his company?" I asked.

He paused. A troubled look shown in his eyes then quickly disappeared. He was wondering if he should continue on this subject.

"No, I stay in condo he owns...I, uh, find new talent for him," he answered rather mysteriously.

"What do you mean by 'talent,'" I asked. Sometimes I get too nosy, but I like to hear how other people live.

He averted his eyes from mine. His hands idly played with the bubbles. I had an uneasy feeling I shouldn't have pressed him on this topic.

"He like younger boys---I too old for him now..." he said very softly.

Huh? What?

"What do you mean you're too old---what are you---26--27?" I asked him.

He looked at me with wide-eyed astonishment and said, "I almost 29!" as if I'd understand and agree that 29 is 'too old.'

I thought of what an older, gay friend of mine once said to me: "There's nothing more pathetic than a 39-year old queer...you're too old for men in their 50's and 60's---and too young for hot studs looking for older men!"

Women aren't the only ones who have trouble finding nice and decent men.

Sometimes when I'm at a loss for words I blurt-out silly or stupid things just to make conversation.

"Well, you're a very handsome man..." I said. "...and you look a lot younger than 29!"

He simply replied, "Matusa like you---he tell me you 'young and fresh'..."

He said it without a trace of envy or resentment, but I still couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

I wanted to change the subject, but could think of nothing to say. Instead, I lifted my leg and forced it between his. I pressed the sole of my foot gently into his crotch. I slowly moved my foot up-and-down until I felt his prick rising.

He snapped out of his reverie, smiled, then said, "Time to stop bath."

We ran thick towels over each others bodies until we were dry. We both had semi-erections.

We gazed into each others eyes and we had the same thought. We embraced and kissed...we kissed again, our tongues swirling and dancing together. I reached down and stroked his growing prick---he did the same for me. 

Wordlessly, he took my hand and led me into the bedroom. He motioned for me to lie down. I was on my back in the center of the bed. He knelt beside me, lowered his face to mine and gave me a long, sweet kiss.

When he broke the kiss I thought he was going to lie on top of me. Instead, he re-positioned himself to where his upper body was in line with my hips and thighs. He then lifted a leg and placed it on the other side of my head. He climbed on top of me and we were in the classic 69 position. 

A surge of excitement raced up my spine. My prick twitched and throbbed with anticipation. He dropped his head and swallowed my erection then lowered his hips until I could capture his hardness between my lips. I had never performed this act---it was wonderful!

He concentrated on licking my cockhead, and withdrew his length from my mouth so I too could lick his glans all over. I loved the ridge below the crown and ran my tongue around-and-around.

Suddenly, he took my entire prick in his mouth, and thrust his hot erection downward until my lips clung tightly to the base of his shaft. He raised and lowered his mouth and hips. I was content to keep my head still while he fucked my face.

"Mmmmm..." I moaned into his hot cockflesh.

He was in complete control. When he stopped and sucked on my glans, I did the same for him. When he increased the suction on my shaft, I did the same for him. And finally, when he was close to cumming and his head moved piston-like up-and-down my prick, I was thrilled when he fucked my face with a such a vengeance his balls made an incredibly sexy sound when they slapped my cheeks.

I climaxed first...careful not to bite or scratch his soft flesh in my excitement...his mouth became a vacuum and sucked the sperm and semen out of my balls...and then it was his turn. I lapped at, and swallowed every drop of his thick, hot discharge.

He rolled off me onto his side. We both gasped for air. My face between his wide-split thighs, I cleaned his marvelous penis with my tongue. He did the same for me.

He moved up and lay beside me. We smiled and kissed each others wet and sticky lips.

"What you think?" he asked. "Good blowjob?"

"It was fantastic!" I said breathlessly.

"Better than other ones?" he asked.

"I don't know---that was the first one I've ever gotten," I answered in all honesty.

I'll never forget the look of surprise and sadness in his eyes.

Yoshi ordered room service for us and I took the opportunity to throw on my robe and go back to the room to get dressed. I opened the door and looked up-and-down the hallway, housekeepers were busy at work, and I worried they might see me crossing the hallway.

Don't be silly, John, I said to myself. Housekeepers see stranger things than this all the time. 

Inside the room, I stared at the twisted sheets on the bed. The blanket was on the floor. I briefly wondered if Earl from Houston enjoyed Yoshi more than me.

I found my string, bikini briefs and short-shorts---they had been washed and were folded neatly on a chair. I slipped into one of the new, casual shirts Daddy had bought me; pulled on socks and the new sandals then returned to Yoshi.

Two-minutes later the food arrived, we sat and practically inhaled the meal.

We made back-and-forth small-talk. Yoshi is quite intelligent and well-versed in a variety of topics...so am I...we had a fun and stimulating conversation.

Suddenly, my cell phone rang in my pocket; I nearly jumped out of my skin with surprise. I didn't recognize the phone number.

I hesitantly said, "Hello?"

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Daddy's voice. I had left my phone in the room and figured that was how he got the number. I was pleased he had taken the time and energy to call me.

"Sugar," he said. "I was thinking..."

He paused so long I asked him, "What is it, Daddy?"

"Well, uh, I was thinking of staying another night...that is, if you don't have to go back to Santa Cruz today!"

I was enveloped in a warm glow; my lips formed a huge smile. Oh my God, he likes me---he REALLY likes me!

"I would LOVE to stay with you another night, Daddy!" I almost gushed into the phone. "But what about your plane ticket? Can you change it for tomorrow?"

"Now, Sugar, don't you worry your pretty little head...I'll take care of everything!" he said, then added, "...Mr. Binnaka and I will be meeting right up to 4 o'clock when they have to leave for the airport...can you entertain his boy until then?"

"Yes, Daddy, he and I are getting along fabulously," I answered then winked at Yoshi. He gave me a big grin across the room service cart.

"Johnny..." he said before ending the call.

"Yes, Daddy?" I asked when he paused a long time.

"I am looking forward to tonight!" he said.

"Me too, Daddy!" I said just before he ended the call.

"What with your silly smile?" asked Yoshi.

I blushed and averted my eyes.

"OHHH..." he exclaimed. He then broke into the school-yard song: "Johnny has a boyfriend---Johnny has a boyfriend!"

We both laughed out loud. I guess boys taunting and teasing one another transcends cultures.

An idea came to mind. "Looks like you'll be leaving here at 4---let's go to Fisherman's Wharf---have you ever been there?"

His eyes lit up. "No, never."

Then just as quickly a frown formed on his handsome face. "Can't go---no money...Matusa give me only what I need to live!"

I squirmed my hand into the tight pocket of my shorts---the five-hundred dollars Daddy wanted me to spend at the ballpark was still there. I reasoned if Daddy asked me for the money, I would tell him I used some of it to show Yoshi a good time...God knows, it sure appears Yoshi doesn't have much fun in his life.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about anything---it will be my treat!" I said.

A smile formed on his face, but I also thought I saw his eyes well with tears.

While Yoshi dressed, I gathered their belongings and began to pack their suitcases. I almost forgot the most important item in the bedroom---The Terminator!

As much as I twisted and pulled, I couldn't pry the suction cup loose from the wall. Yoshi chuckled at my efforts and in one swift move, worked it free. I then discovered the secret of its heat; Yoshi emptied into his hand two AA batteries.

"Never leave home without these!" he said of the batteries. We laughed out loud again.

"Why do you call it 'The Terminator'?" I asked him.

He answered very softly, "Because it say "Hasta la Vista, Baby" to my loneliness." 

It was another glorious San Francisco day, and we were grateful for the cool breeze coming in off the bay.

I took him everywhere Daddy and I had been on Saturday---even the tour of Alcatraz.

"Men here could use two guys like us, huh?" he remarked.

I laughed because it was funny, and because I'd said almost the same thing to Daddy when we toured there.

Back at Pier 45, I asked him if he would like Mexican food for lunch.

"Do not know---never ate it!" he said.

"Not even a Margarita?" I asked.

"What's a 'Margarita'?" he asked.

"Oh you poor boy," I said with a smile. I took his hand and said, "C'mon, we need to cross the street."

He quickly worked his hand free from mine, and I commented, "It's okay...this IS San Francisco, after all!"

He didn't see the humor. It occurred to me in Japan, public shows of affection between two guys were probably strictly forbidden.

We crossed the street and went into the courtyard, climbed some stairs, and he followed me into the restaurant. The host showed us to a table, chips and salsa were promptly delivered, and I ordered two Margarita's with salt from the server.

Yoshi scrunched his nose at the first taste. Took another drink then said, "I like---both bitter and sweet!"

He sucked the drink thru a straw. I never use a straw and had to gulp it down quicker than normal to keep up with him. When we finished, I asked if he wanted another and he smiled and eagerly nodded 'yes.'

We studied the menus and I asked him what he wanted. "I have what you have," he replied.

I ordered us each two green pork enchiladas with rice and beans.

"Does Matusa take you to restaurants?" I asked.

"Can not be seen with me---he have wife and many children---would be wrong!" he said.

"Do you have any friends you can go out with?" I asked.

"I go shopping, and sometime to movie---alone," he answered.

"How do you get by? He ever give you money to have fun?" I asked, regretting I was prying into his life---the more he told me---the more sorry I felt for him.

"Money only for food and bathroom things---and lady lingerie...men sometime give me money to spend," he said.

"What men?" I asked.

He lowered his eyes and paused a long time. "Men who Matusa do business...they come to condo---I take care of them---sometime they give me money..."

"You know these men, right?" I asked prying deeper into his life.

"No, only if they return for more," he said softly.

OH MY GOD---Mr. Binnaka pimps him out to his business associates---to complete strangers!

And then I was struck with the bitter irony of it all. I was just like Yoshi---I too rely on the kindness of strangers to get by in life!

It began as the saddest meal of my life, but I was soon encouraged by Yoshi's reaction to the food---he loved it! It warmed my heart to watch him eat with such zest and pleasure. He savored every bite.

We finished the meal, and our third Margarita at the same time. I paid the bill, and left a nice tip. The sun seemed brighter than usual when we walked outside. 

We crossed the street and leisurely walked to Pier 43. 

"Anything special you want to do?" I asked him.

He turned to me and thru slightly watery eyes said, "Margarita?"

When I laughed he did, too. We found the next bar and had two more drinks. He became animated in his talk and smiled and laughed frequently. I was happy he was having fun. 

He suddenly started looking around. "What time?" he asked.

I saw a clock on the far end of the bar. "It's only 2:30---we still have an hour-and-a-half!"

"NO---we must go!" he said in a panic. 

"We have plenty of time," I said.

"NO---PLEASE---WE MUST GO NOW!" he slurped down the rest of his drink. I followed suit.

His reaction made me nervous. It made me think there must be something very sinister about Mr. Binnaka.

"Alright---okay," I said. "Let's go find a taxi."

We were back in his room at 2:50.

"I finish packing!" he announced and went into the bathroom to retrieve their toiletries.

I had packed most of their clothes earlier so there wasn't much more to do. I'd forgotten about the nighties in the closet and when he began to put them into a suitcase he abruptly stopped.

He smiled as he took the pink panties off the hangar and handed them to me."Your Matusa will like---you be pretty in pink!"

I blushed a deep red. I didn't want to offend him so I hesitantly took them and stuffed them into my pocket.

He was done packing by 3:10. 

"Thank you, Johnny, I never have such good time!" he said with genuine sincerity.

It almost broke my heart to think a simple day on the Wharf meant so much to him.

He took me in his arms and kissed me. Our tongues met and I closed my eyes and melted into his body. His hand stroked my thighs; I became hard and reached down to return the pleasure. He pushed my hand away and said "You give me good time---now it my turn."

He dropped to his knees and had my belt open before I knew it. He worked the snap on my shorts, pulled down the zipper, and with one smooth move, hooked his fingers in my undies and shorts and yanked them down my legs. My boner stood out straight and proud.

"You have beautiful cock," he said then wrapped his warm and sensuous lips around my heated flesh. 

I groaned when his tongue expertly lathered my glans...he gently massaged my balls; he held my erection at the base and ran his tongue up-and-down my stiff pick. He lifted my balls and kissed them; he took one in his mouth and gently sucked; he did the same for the second one.

He softly pushed me backwards until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He worked my shorts and undies completely off my legs, pushed my legs apart and lifted them.

"Ohhhhhhh..." I moaned when his licking tongue found my anus. He wasted no time curling his tongue and pushed it inside me. His wonderful tongue licked the walls of my pussy.

"OHHHH-GOD-YESSSSS..." I cried out. It was a sensation I never before experienced. I perform this act for men, not them for me.

My balls were rapidly swelling as he tongued my pussy. I was twisting and squirming so much he had to hold me down. His strength aroused me to a fever-pitch. I was moaning incessantly; my prick was throbbing; my balls swelled even more.

He then took my entire prick into his mouth and bobbed his head slowly up-and-down. His tongue never leaving my ultra-sensitive flesh. He placed my feet on his shoulders and I was acutely aware of my obscene position. I felt his finger rubbing my anus, it was maddening, wickedly delicious!

He worked a finger past my sphincter, paused, then slowly pushed it to the hilt inside my greedily clasping pussy. 

My cock in his warm and wet mouth, his finger fucking my pussy---OH MY GOD---my hips began fucking back on his finger; the cum in my balls boiled. His head became a blur up-and-down my expanding prick.

I now knew how all the men felt when I did this for them---what I'd been missing out on all these years. 

My body stiffened; my mind went blank; he brutally thrust his finger into me until it bumped my prostate. The cum shot out of my balls like a cannon.

"OHHHHHH-GODDD---YES-YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSS..."

He noisily gulped my semen and sperm. His tongue was thick with my discharge; he continued sucking and swallowing until my balls had been drained. 

I lay on my back gasping for air. He climbed on top of me, took my head in his hands and kissed me full on the lips. He fed me my own juices with his tongue. 

He covered my face with sticky, wet kisses. The weight of his body on mine was thrilling; I love the feel of a strong man pinning me to the bed. I could have laid there like that forever.

"Need to dress," he suddenly said while climbing off me. "Men be here soon!"

We had barely gotten our clothes on when we heard the door opening, he held my face, kissed my lips, and said, "I going to miss you so much!"

The men were inside before I could tell him how I felt, and that I was going to miss him, too.

I stood beside Daddy in the foyer. The men were exchanging pleasantries (?) in Japanese. Yoshi disappeared then returned and handed me a small jar. I knew immediately what was inside the jar, but thought it would be rude if I refused it in front of the men.

Mr. Binnaka saw the jar. He gave me the oddest of glances, and with a smirk on his face he bowed to Daddy and Daddy returned the bow and opened the door.

A panic rose in my heart and throat as I looked at Yoshi...OH MY GOD---THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WILL EVER SEE HIM!! 

Thru misty eyes I saw tears welling in his eyes, too. I coughed and nodded my head at him. We both remained silent...neither of us could bring ourselves to say "Good-bye."

Back in our room, Daddy announced "We have dinner reservations at 6...I'm going to take a shower then we'll go down and have cocktails first."

"Okay, Daddy!" I replied.

A shiver of fear raced up my spine at the mention of 6 o'clock. At 6 o'clock I was supposed to be in Santa Cruz, lying naked in my bed, waiting for Freddy the Asshole to arrive from work. There would be hell to pay for my absence.

Oh well, I told myself, resigned to my fate, what's one more spanking? 




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 02



I was almost, but not quite, accustomed to the pain from the thick leather belt Freddy the Asshole used on me whenever I said or did something that angered him. 

"Daddy, would you like some company in the shower?" I asked him coquettishly; forcing the unpleasantness from my mind..

"Sugar, I thought you'd never ask..." he said with a wry smile on his handsome face.

We quickly stripped-off our clothes and I followed him into the bathroom; my eyes never straying from his firm, and manly butt. 

He really is in great shape for a guy his age, I said to myself one more time.

After I'd washed his hair, I began soaping his underarms...I gazed up into his eyes as he stared down into mine. The air was rife with erotic intensity; our cocks began rising with anticipation. 

He was fully hard by the time I lowered the soap to his nether region and lathered and fondled his cock and balls. When he took my head and pulled me close to his and kissed me, I gripped his erection harder, and stroked it faster. 

"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.

"I will be..." I answered.

His eyes opened wide as he watched me prepare my pussy with the soap. Oil worked better, but I didn't want to take too much time and break the mood we were both experiencing.

I soaped my fingers and inserted them inside me until I had that 'squishy' feeling in my pussy. I worked a nice lather on his now-throbbing cock. I smiled at him when I was done.

I was turning to bend over for him but he stopped me. He held me close, and we kissed. He then surprised the heck out of me when his hands went behind me, reached down and took an asscheek in each hand and he lifted me off the shower mat. I understood his intention and wrapped my legs around his back.

When I felt his cockhead on my anus, I used my legs to pull him all the way inside me. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven---his cock is thicker than Matusa's---my pussy had never felt so full.

He worked his magnificent cock in-and-out of me. His urgency told me he would climax soon...I took it as a compliment---that he'd missed me today---that he had been thinking about this moment all afternoon. 

I held onto his back and shoulders as tightly as I could as he fucked me harder and faster. 

With each thrust of his wonderful cock I cried out, "YES—YES—YES--YES--YES--YES--YES--YES..."

The cacophony of sex noises reached a fever-pitch and he brutally shoved into me with all his strength...his cockhead slammed my prostate. 

Our screams and caterwauling filled the steamy bathroom air. My balls erupted against his belly---his cock burst and filled my pussy with spurt-after-spurt of hot, viscous semen and sperm. He held me close as our bodies gyrated and violently shook with incredible spasms of pleasure.

Screw Freddy the Asshole, I thought, his needle-dick NEVER makes me cum like this!

Wearing my new suit, I strutted into the lounge like a proud peacock. Nice clothes really does boost ones morale and self-confidence. I was oblivious to the stares of some of the less enlightened patrons. I knew Daddy and I appeared to be a rather 'odd couple'...but so what? That's their problem not mine! 

I was grateful when the host called us into the restaurant during our third Martini; I was feeling rather tipsy and needed something to eat.

The server reacted as though it was normal when Daddy ordered the 'Rack of Lamb for Two' for two guys. God, I love San Francisco!

The hour-and-a-half dinner flew by...each course was delicious; the server prepared dessert table-side, even lit it on fire, but for the life of me I can't recall the name of it; I had slipped my hand under the table and was squeezing Daddy's bulge when he had ordered and my mind could only think of what Daddy and I would soon be doing in the bedroom.

We rode the elevator back upstairs with another older man/young boy couple. I thought I saw the man wink at Daddy, and Daddy smile in return. 

I helped Daddy pee then he left me alone in the bathroom so I could 'get ready' for him. I saw the jar of sex paste Yoshi had left with me, but decided against using it---Yoshi had kept "our best friend" but I wouldn't need it---Daddy's cock would get me off very nicely, thank you! 

When I was done, I pulled on the robe and went into the bedroom. I suddenly remembered the pink panties Yoshi had given me and retrieved them from the pocket of my shorts.

I don't know, I thought, Daddy might not like them...maybe I'll look too much like a sissy...but once I pulled them in place and my prick instantly hardened at the feel of the sheer material, I threw caution to the wind, adjusted my boner so it was poking the fabric straight-out, and strolled into the living room with hands on hips. Daddy was on the sofa in his robe. His eyes bugged-out the moment he saw me.

"Oh Sugar," he said softly, "...you're the most beautiful little thing I've ever seen!"

I was thrilled by his reaction. I went to him and sat on his lap. We kissed; he ran his hands all over my hairless body; he fondled and squeezed my erection thru the panties and I opened his robe and made him as hard as a rock. 

For the second time that night he took my breath away by picking me up in his arms; he carried me to the bedroom and gently laid me on the bed. His eyes were as big as saucers as he threw-off his robe and revealed his excitement to me.

Our lovemaking was tantalizingly slow and deliberate. We worked each other into a heated frenzy then I would empty his balls with either my mouth or pussy. My goal was to give him three orgasms, each one more explosive than the last. I would be naturally rewarded along the way.

The last thing I remember before blacking-out: Lying on my back, my feet on his shoulders, my legs far apart, and his wonderful cock plowing in-and-out of my defenseless pussy as we gazed into each others eyes. 

When I'd felt the first salvo of his cum fill my pussy, I exploded into a climax like none I'd ever experienced. My sperm and semen soaked the panties; my body shook like a 9.0 earthquake; but I held the gaze from his gorgeously rich, brown eyes until we were both drained.

"I love you, Daddy!" I said just before I passed-out. I don't recall if he said anything or not.

I was so groggy when I woke, I stumbled into the bathroom on unsteady legs, lowered the toilet seat, peeled the crusty panties off my prick and down my legs, and sat on the toilet and peed like a girl.

I shook my head to try and clear the fog, but on mornings like these, the only thing that helped was coffee. I hoped Daddy left me some. 

I pulled on the robe and shuffled into the living room. I saw the room service cart with coffee, pastries and fruit, but Daddy wasn't there. 

He's probably getting a newspaper, I told myself.

I poured coffee and ate a Danish. My head slowly cleared. 

HUH? WHAT? I looked around the room and noticed his laptop was gone. With a rush of adrenaline, I bolted to my feet and ran into the bedroom.

OH MY GOD---HE'S GONE---ALL OF HIS THINGS ARE GONE!!

I was numb with doubt and fear. Why did he leave me like this---WHY?

Tears filled my eyes; I wanted to cry like a schoolgirl but couldn't...the old self-recriminations began.

You idiot, I told myself, you were his weekend fuck---that's all you meant to him...do you honestly believe an important man like him would have feelings for YOU? My God, John, sometimes you can be such a silly and foolish faggot!

I took a deep breath to try and calm my frayed nerves, but my hands continued to tremble. As I returned to the living room. I stopped and stared at the front door, hoping, praying it would open and Earl from Houston would swagger in...YOU ARE ONE PATHETIC QUEER, JOHN!

I saw a white envelope just inside the door. I picked it up and sat on the sofa and stared at it. On the front it simply said, "Johnny."

The envelope was extremely thick and my shaky fingers had difficulty opening it; I gave myself a paper cut in the process.

My eyes opened wide as I peered inside...there were more hundred dollar bills than I'd ever seen in my life...now I felt like a cheap whore...well, maybe not cheap, but definitely a whore.

There was a note written on hotel stationary; I took it out, unfolded it, and began reading:

Dearest Johnny,

I am sorry for leaving you this way, but I couldn't bear the thought of saying 'Good-bye' to your pretty face. 

You gave me a magical and memorable weekend, and I wish to God it could lead to something more, but unfortunately, it cannot. Yes, I am gay, but no one can ever find out. 

I have a wife and three grown children, and I could never do anything that would hurt them. My friends and business associates would never understand---after all, this IS Houston, Texas, I'm talking about.

I hope you're not offended by the money---think of it as "commission." Mr. Binnaka and I agreed without your assistance, our business deal would not have occurred—-you earned your commission.

When I met you all I felt was lust in my heart...I now feel nothing but love and respect for you. My eyes have been opened to the fact it is possible for me to love a man without guilt and shame. Thank you for teaching me that!

I have your phone number, and when I work up the courage---I will call you!

With much love and appreciation,

Daddy

I understood completely...the world is filled with men who cannot or will not accept their feelings for other men. It is a sad fact of life. Instead of being angry with Daddy, my heart went out to him for having to live a lie his entire life.

I took a shower instead of counting the money. I knew it was a substantial amount, and I didn't want to cheapen the moment.

When I was dressed in my 'usual' outfit, I placed my new clothes in the bags, and carried my suit on the wooden hangar. I went to the living room, sat on the sofa, took a deep breath and switched my cell phone from 'Airplane mode' and waited to listen to the voicemails I knew I had from Freddy the Asshole.

1st v-mail: "Where the hell are you, kid? You better not keep me waiting much longer!"

2nd v-mail: "You fucking faggot---I'm leaving your trailer now---next time I see you you're gonna regret the day you were born!"

I decided to count the money. OH MY GOD---five-thousand dollars! I could leave Santa Cruz and never see that asshole again!

3rd v-mail: "I hope you're happy, kid---I made your mother blow me today---she's not as good as you---but she'll get better!"

4th and final v-mail: "I'll give you one more chance, faggot---if you're not waiting for me today I'm gonna give your mother an ass-fucking she'll never forget!!"

The hair on my neck stood straight---OH MY GOD, MOM---I'M SORRY---OH GOD---I DIDN'T THINK HE'D TAKE IT OUT ON YOU, MOM!!

I better get back there before he hurts her any more!

On the drive home I wondered how this had gotten so out of control.

My mother had introduced us at a company picnic three-years ago when I was eighteen. From the start, he had this creepy look in his eyes whenever we spoke. I did my best to stay clear of him. 

Then the phone calls began...he was nice at first; he said he wanted to get to know me better...that I was a good kid, and he could help me out. I was firm, but polite in my refusals. 

Then one day he showed up at my trailer---I still don't know how he found out where I lived. I opened the door to talk with him with no intention of allowing him inside...he was too strong---he pushed by me and was inside before I knew it.

"Why are you playing hard-to-get, kid---I know you're a faggot who loves cock!" he said with a sneer on his ugly face.

"NO---I don't want to do this!" I said firmly.

He persisted; his tone softened. "I can help you out, kid---I know you want to study Computer Science at the technical school but you can't afford it...if you play nice with me---I can make it happen for you---quid pro quo, kid!" 

And then I made a critical mistake---I believed him. "You'll really pay my tuition for school?"

"Kid, you treat me right---I'll even buy you a new car!" he said then added: "Johnny, did your mother tell you she's up for a big promotion at work? (I shook my head 'No')...well, boy, if you take care of me---I'll take good care of you and your mother!" 

He sensed my resistance was melting away. He stood close to me, placed his hands on my shoulders and gently massaged them.

"It's only sex, kid..." he said softly.

"Please, I can't..." I finally answered with resolve; Lord knows I was tempted, but this would be very, very wrong! "I'm sorry---I can't do it...if I did this for, uh, you know—tuition and things, that would, uh, make me---"

"A PROSTITUTE? A WHORE?" he shouted in my face. "Listen to me, you little faggot, I know you've been turning tricks in the park!"

WHAT DID HE SAY? Now I was scared---this guy's a real Jekyl and Hyde!

"NO----NO, I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!!" I said with shock and indignation.

"I wasn't going to do it this way unless I had to---I was hoping you'd WANT to suck and fuck me---but now you've pissed me off! Remember the stranger you picked-up in the park a couple days ago?" he asked.

OH MY GOD---HOW COULD HE KNOW ABOUT THAT?

"No-no, HE picked ME up!" I feebly protested. 

He chuckled at my admission of guilt and said, "He works for me, boy---he followed you into the park on purpose then you followed him into a stall in the men's room!"

Oh God, no---please, God, this can't be happening! 

He dipped his hand into a pocket, and pulled out and showed me a flash drive.

"It's all right here, boy," he said with a smug and evil sneer. "From the moment you sit on the toilet seat and open his pants---you taking out his cock and stuffing it in your mouth---all the way to the end when he gives you a twenty-dollar bill and you smile sweetly and say, "Thank you, sir"---it's all right here---a great shot of your face with his dick sliding in-and-out of your mouth---you look so damn sexy sucking him off it gave me a hard-on when I watched it!"

I buried my burning red face in my hands. I knew what he saw on the flash drive---BUT---it wasn't like that at all...it was a beautiful moment between consenting adults, that is all...I never asked the stranger for money---he just gave it to me out of the kindness of his heart!

"Yeah, boy, nine-minutes-and-forty-seven-seconds...that's how long it took you to make him cum in your mouth...OH---and the audio is clear as can be...you can hear the man grunting and groaning as he shoots into your mouth, and best of all, you can actually hear your gulping noises as you swallow his load...it's quite erotic---after you suck me off now, we'll watch it together!"

"B-B-BUT I NEVER ASKED HIM FOR MONEY!" I cried out in vain.

He laughed derisively then asked: "When you're on trial for prostitution, and the prosecutor shows this in open court---what do you think everyone watching will believe---including your own mother?"

It was the lowest moment of my life. I didn't do anything wrong, but I knew I was defeated. I could never allow him to show this to anyone, especially my mother! 

"You're wasting my time, kid---take off your clothes and get on your knees!" he ordered me with a menacing tone of voice.

Next thing I knew, I was naked on my knees staring at his exposed erection.

"I tried to be nice to you kid---I would've given you almost anything---and then you go and disrespect me---WHAT? You're too good to suck my cock? Start sucking---and you'd better swallow everything I give you!" 

And that was how it all began three-years ago. 

I was a half-hour from home when I finally worked up the courage to call my mother.

"Sweetie, are you alright---I was so worried about you!" she said.

"I'm fine, mom...w-what about you? Are you okay?"

Her long pause made my heart sink with sorrow and pity. I couldn't bear the thought of what she had been forced to do for me.

"Yes, I'm fine, too, Sweetie...we need to talk...I'll fix you dinner tonight...come over to the house after you're done with---uh, well...whenever you can! Okay?"

"Yes, mom."

And at the last second she said, "Sweetie, I am so sorry---please forgive me!" then she ended the call.

The sadness in her voice made my heart feel like it was breaking into a million pieces. 

It was only 2pm, and didn't expect to see The Asshole until 6, but I drove cautiously into the trailer park, searching everywhere for his SUV...I didn't see it and breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost everyone living in the park was Hispanic; many families with many children. I had to carefully maneuver the car to my trailer space to avoid hitting the kids playing in the gravel roads. 

The boys and girls ran and jumped and shrieked with the joys of childhood. I envied their unfettered freedom and ability to enjoy life to its fullest. 

I brought my things inside, plopped into my recliner and stared at the wall, hoping to think of any possible solution to this mess. I was exhausted with worry and fell asleep. 

When I heard the pounding on the door my eyes flew open and my heart and mind filled with the familiar, chilling fear. I looked at the clock---damn, it's only 4 o'clock---he's not supposed to be here this early!

The door opened and there he was, his crazy eyes wider than normal, a twisted sneer on his pockmarked face. He slammed the door behind him.

"WHY AREN'T YOU NAKED, BOY?" he shouted.

"SIR---I'm sorry, sir---you're early...I---"

"GET NAKED, BOY!!"

"YES, SIR!"

I almost ripped off my clothes.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, FAGGOT? GET ON YOUR KNEES AND SUCK MY COCK!"

"YES, SIR---I'M SORRY, SIR!"

I quickly opened his slacks and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees. I grasped his shaft with one hand and held his scrotum in the other. It seemed the ruder and cruder he behaved, the harder his cock became.

I sucked him the way he liked it---fast and hard. When I saw him remove his shirt my heart sank, I knew this would be a long 'session.'

He began backing up to sit on the recliner; I scooted on my hands and knees making sure his cock stayed in my mouth. There would be hell to pay if it slipped from my lips.

He settled into the chair and I furiously worked his erection. He began stroking my hair.

"You know, kid, you really pissed me off yesterday---I was so mad I couldn't see straight...and you of all people should know what I'm capable of when I lose my temper..."

Oh nooo, what did he do? I wondered.

"All I could think about was revenge...I went to your mother's house...(My skin began to crawl)...I told her you're queer...(She already knew, I told her a long time ago)...I told her how I go to your trailer twice a week...(Oh noooo)...and she lost her mind---she said she'd ruin me if I didn't leave you alone...(Good for you, mom---I love you, mom!)...no one talks to me like that...(Uh-oh)...I showed her the flash drive from three-years ago and told her if she didn't suck my cock I'd hand it over to the police...(Oh my God---I'm sorry, mom!)...your mother loves you very much---she couldn't get on her knees fast enough...heh-heh-heh...maybe I should 'invite' her over here...what do you think, kid, would you like to have a threesome with your mom?"

Oh my God, this guy is insane---I wanted to bite off his cock! He'd kill me but it would put a stop to this depraved animal once and for all! 

I'M GOING TO GET EVEN WITH THIS BASTARD ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!

His balls swelled in my hand and I instinctively flattened my tongue on his slit, stroked his shaft faster, and waited.

He filled my mouth three-times with his foul juices. I swallowed as quickly as possible to keep the horrible taste to a minimum. The worst part was licking him clean, I could not avoid tasting his nasty flavor.

"Finish undressing me,kid!" he ordered.

I meekly complied and removed his shoes and socks then his slacks and boxers. He grabbed the slacks from me and worked free the thick, leather belt. I knew what was next and shivered with uncontrollable fear.




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 02



"Please, sir---PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" I begged him.

He slapped me hard across the face knocking me to the floor.

"You know damn well what happens when you defy me, faggot---get your ass on the bed---NOW, BOY!!"

I stumbled up the steps to the loft and threw myself on my stomach. I buried my face in the pillow and waited. 

The worst part is hearing the WHOOSHING sound just before the belt strikes my buttocks. The pain is always excruciating. By the time he was done, my ass was on fire, and I was balling like a baby into the pillow.

His hands lifted my hips from the bed, his legs forced mine apart, and he was inside me immediately---no lube, he didn't even spit on his cock to ease the way. He fucked me a good five-minutes before he shouted and filled my pussy with his gruel. He then used my hair to wipe his cock clean.

My shame and humiliation was complete!

I lay there quietly crying, listening to him pissing. When he was done I heard him say, "Oh my, what is this? Hahaha---you're not only a faggot---but a SISSY-FAGGOT at that!"

Oh no, he'd found the panties. 

"What the hell? It's all crusty, boy---YOU BEEN CHEATING ON ME?!"

I blurted out, "NO-NO-NO, SIR---NOT AT ALL!"

The sneer returned to his face. He threw the panties at me and said, "Put'em on, boy!"

"Please, sir, I can explain!" I said, even though I didn't know what I would tell him.

"PUT-EM ON, BOY---I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE SISSY-FAGGOT WEARING HIS PANTIES!!"

I had no choice but to obey him. The dried semen on the panties felt like sharp pin-pricks on my tortured buttocks.

He made me stand before him in the living room. The cruel smile never leaving his lips.

He checked his watch then said, "Think I'll stay here and watch the news, kid...go outside and wait til I'm ready for you again!"

I couldn't believe my ears. No-no---this can't be happening!!

"Sir, please---I can't go outside like this---pleeeeezzzzzzzz, SIR--NO..."

He sprung out of the chair so fast I couldn't protect myself. He grabbed my hair with one hand, opened the door with the other and forced me outside. I tripped on the bottom step and tumbled onto the gravel. Luckily, my hands broke the fall before I suffered any serious injuries. He shut the door and I heard the lock turn.

I lay nearly naked on the rocks and stones mortified beyond comprehension. There was no where to run to---no place to hide. It was impossible for me to grasp the sheer cruelty of his actions. This was beyond anything he'd ever done to me before.

I noticed the silence---the children were no longer playing and laughing. I lifted my head and glanced all around...not a single child in sight. I was positive the screams from my trailer had frightened away the kids. I didn't even see any adults.

I was horrified, ashamed and wanted to die right then and there. I had sometimes wondered if my neighbors knew what went on in my trailer---now there was absolutely no doubt. They had to have heard Freddy the Asshole's loud and angry shouts and curses in the past and simply chose to ignore them, but this was different...the stillness in the park was eerie.

I had no idea what to do...I couldn't stay in plain sight wearing pink panties, but I couldn't pound on the door and demand he let me inside, either...that would surely be an ugly, and noisy scene. 

Usually, I'm a clever and resourceful person, but now, I was totally at a loss...I was immobilized by fear and helplessness...and there is no other feelings in the world worse than those. 

Sucking in a deep breath, I gingerly set my tortured buttocks on the bottom step, hunched-over and pulled my knees to my chest...I pretended I was invisible.

I heard the crunching of stones and out of the corner of my eye saw my neighbor and savior, Mrs. Jimenez walking toward me carrying a robe. 

As I stood, she put a finger to her lips to caution me to be quiet and helped me put on the robe. It was a well-worn terry-cloth robe, almost threadbare, but it felt a hundred-times more luxurious than the robe I'd worn in San Francisco.

She placed her arm around my shoulders and guided me to her door on the other side of the trailer. Inside, her three grandchildren stared at me wide-eyed as they sat and devoured milk and cookies. She babysat the kids every day while their parents worked the nearby fields.

I soon heard male voices speaking Spanish outside the door; she went out and joined in, what sounded like, a heated conversation.

Shortly after she came back inside, we heard loud banging; Mrs. Jimenez peeked thru closed curtains, I stood behind her peering over her shoulder. I couldn't believe what I saw.

At least ten men, some carrying baseball bats, were outside the door of my trailer. One of the men pounded on the door and shouted at Freddy the Asshole inside.

He's not stupid enough to open the door, is he? I wondered. Of course he is, I said to myself when the trailer door swung open and he faced the men wearing only his boxers.

I didn't understand much of what was said...he argued with the men, and I thought I heard him say "Fuck off"...but I saw his face turn redder-and-redder until I saw actual fear in his expression.

He finally said, "OKAY-OKAY" and disappeared inside. Moments later he emerged from the trailer fully dressed and almost ran to his car. He spun the wheels spitting stones at the men...the men shouted curse words at him as he sped away.

"He not allowed here anymore...if he come back---he will be sorry!" said Mrs. Jimenez.

OH MY GOD, I thought. Once again I was helped-out by the kindness of strangers!

She walked me to my trailer and came inside. I took off the robe, gave it to her and thanked her profusely. 

She glanced at the panties, and with a wry smile, and a wink of her eye said, "Yours prettier than mine!"

She good-naturedly chuckled at my red face and left me alone.

I immediately phoned my mother.

"Mom, you need to leave work NOW!!" I almost yelled into the phone.

"I'm not at work, dear, I'm at home---I'm on vacation," she said.

"OH GOD, MOM---GET OUT OF THE HOUSE BEFORE HE GETS THERE!" I did yell this time.

"What happened, dear?" she asked.

"Mom, please---get out of there and come over here---I'll explain when you get here!" I said frantically.

"Okay-okay---calm down, dear," she replied.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard the rapping on my door. I peeked thru the curtain and saw my mother. I locked the door as soon as she was inside. 

I explained to her how loud and angry and abusive her boss had become---how the men in the park chased him out and told him never to come back. I DID NOT mention the belt-whipping, or the fact he'd thrown me outside wearing only panties.

"Mom..." I said quietly, "...I am so sorry he hurt you---I never meant for this to go this far...I didn't want him to show you the video...I'm not a prostitute, mom...I don't know why I took the money..."

She saw the tears rolling down my cheeks and took me in her arms.

"Sweetie, sit down, we need to talk!" she said.

She sat at one of the kitchen chairs and watched me lower myself gently onto the other chair. I couldn't help but grimace when my battered butt came in contact with the cushion.

"WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?" she asked loudly.

I buried my face in my hands.

"What has been going on between you two, Johnny? HAS HE BEEN HURTING YOU?" her anger flashed-out in the open.

For three-long years I'd wanted to tell her everything---I wanted her to comfort me---to save me---but I was terrified and too ashamed to say a word. Now it spilled out of me like a flood...I told her everything...she listened to my story with mouth agape---astonishment and pain in her eyes.

She began crying, too. She took my hands in hers and repeated over-and-over "I'm so sorry, sweetheart---I'm so-so sorry!"

Finally, after wiping the tears from our eyes, we had out first real conversation in years. The weight of the entire world suddenly lifted from my shoulders. Her compassion and no-nonsense logic gave me hope and inspiration. 

I told her about the belt-whipping and, the panties.

"How often did he use the belt on you, honey?" she asked softly.

"Oh, uh, not that much!" I lied. But the knowing look in her eyes caused me to add the word, "Enough..."

"He's not going to hurt you any more, dear...that sadist has to deal with me now!"

"Mom, he's got the video---he'll humiliate us---he'll have me arrested and thrown in jail!"

I saw the fire in her eyes. "If anyone goes to jail, sweetie---it'll be him! Don't you worry about a thing---I've got another week-and-a-half of vacation and I'm going to take care of him once-and-for-all!!"

"W-What are you going to do, Mom?" I asked in a trembling voice.

"He'll never bother either one of us again...why don't you order us a pizza, dear," she said with a glean in her shiny eyes.

"Okay, mom!" I answered with a renewed sense of hope and purpose in life.

"Sweetheart, I understand you have known you're gay for quite some time now..." she said while we were eating, "...but you've never been comfortable admitting it to friends, or talking about it with me...I hated the thought of you going to the park and meeting strangers---you could have been badly hurt---I should have stopped you!"

I was stunned. "You knew about that?"

"Yes, dear, I knew...but you were at a stage when I doubted you'd listen to me, and I didn't want to make you feel worse about it than you already did."

She added; "Darling, I hated you were growing apart from me...that we never had long talks like we used to...but I knew how much you were struggling with your lifestyle---how utterly embarrassed you were about your feelings for men, well, I thought if I allowed you to sort it out yourself you'd eventually find peace with it...I'm sorry, we should have had this talk a long time ago."

"Mom, you're right, I wouldn't have listened...nothing is YOUR fault---please don't feel this way!"

We finished the pizza in silence, but the mood in the room had lightened considerably.

"So dear, I hope you've met nicer men than THAT asshole?"

I saw the twinkle in her eyes and laughed.

"I have, mom..." I said. I decided it was time to be open and honest with her, "I, uh, I guess I've always been attracted to older men...I met a guy this past weekend in San Francisco---we had a great time together!"

"What do you look for in a man, dear? Looks? Personality?" she asked with a smile.

I smiled back at her. "I like to think I'm like you, mom...I don't care what they look like---just that they're nice, and they treat me with respect...of course, being a well-hung, handsome stud doesn't hurt, either!"

Her laughter is infectious. We laughed quite a bit the remainder of the evening.

"We better get some sleep, dear," she said around midnight. "I'll sleep on the recliner so you can lay on your stomach on the bed!"

We hugged. I said, "I love you, mom!"

"Sweetheart, I love you, too...don't ever think you can't talk with me about anything---I will always be here for you!"

"Thanks, mom!"

As I was walking to the loft she asked me with mock seriousness, "Sweetie, how in the world can you stand the taste of THAT man's nasty spunk?"

I turned, and with a straight-face said, "I pretend it's your ambrosia salad, mom!"

Her laughter has always been sweet music to my ears.

The next few days, mom stayed with me at night, and in the mornings, a friendly co-worker would call her when Freddy the Asshole arrived at work, then we were free to go about our lives. 

I knew she was conspiring against her boss with two of her closest friends, but whenever I asked, she would say, "Don't you worry about a thing, sweetheart."

One afternoon I threw a load of clothes in the washer in the park's laundry room. When I returned to my trailer I needed to do urgent business in the bathroom. I was still performing this task when I heard mother come in the door (she always announced herself so I wouldn't think HE was coming inside).

We chit-chatted thru the bathroom door. I mentioned I had clothes in the washing machine. I heard her say, "Don't move, dear---I'll put them in the dryer." The laundry room key, and a pile of quarters were on the table.

She'd been gone a couple minutes when the hair on my neck stood straight and my mind screamed: OH NO---SHE'S GOING TO FIND THE PANTIES IN THE WASHER---SHE'S GOING TO THINK I'M A FREAK!!

I could hear her saying, "Dear, I know you're gay, but a cross-dresser, too?"

It wasn't long before I heard the door open and her voice calling out, "IT'S ONLY ME!" I wondered how long I could stay in the bathroom.

Grow up, John, and face the music! I finally told myself.

When I came out of the bathroom, I washed my hands in the sink then turned to look at her.

OH MY GOD---she was holding up the damp panties by the waistband showing them to me.

"What is this?" she sternly asked me.

My face turned three shades of red.

"Uh, well, I, uh..." I had no idea how to explain myself.

"Sweetheart," she said in her best scolding voice. "NEVER...machine-wash your unmentionables---they're far too delicate, and the colors will fade!"

Her expression softened; a small grin formed on her lips.

"You know," she said. "With all the excitement I haven't been able to wash my own underwear...I'll bring them here tomorrow and teach you how to do it properly, okay, dear?"

"Oh, uh, okay, mom," I replied; my face still red as a beet. What else was I going to say?

And I watched her rinse the pink panties under the faucet, squeeze most of the water from them; she then gave them to me saying, "Sweetheart, hang these over the shower rod to dry!"

I was simply mortified; all I could say was, "Yes, mom."

I wanted to tell her the panties were a special gift---that I did not wear women's underwear on a regular basis...but for some reason, I remained quiet.

The next afternoon she made good on her promise.

She came with her laundry bag, and a strange contraption. She unfolded the device and I recognized it to be a portable clothesline.

"Normally, dear, I hang my undies on the outdoor clothesline, but as long as you live here, you may want to use this..." she said as she set it up then placed a towel beneath it..

"Uh, oh, okay, mom," I quietly replied. This was so weird---totally embarrassing.

"Fill the sink with warm water, dear---not hot water---warm water!"

"Uh, okay, mom."

She showed me detergent. "This is 'Forever Now'...it is mild, and your underthings will smell nice..."

She showed me the proper amount to put in the sink. She then reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of red, lace panties and held them up for me to see. I was so embarrassed I felt my eyes get misty.

She dipped them into the soapy water and gently rubbed the material together. She then rinsed them and gave them to me to place on the clothesline.

The next pair of panties were pink, sheer and diaphanous. When she remarked, "Look dear, they're just like yours!" I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

She stopped and said, "Here---you wash these!" and she forced the panties into my hands. 

To my utter horror and humiliation, my prick twitched inside my briefs as I handled the sensuous fabric. I stood close to the sink so she wouldn't be able to see my growing excitement.

I performed the actions she had demonstrated, and she said, "Very good, dear---you catch-on quickly!"

When I reached into the bag for the next pair, I felt a crusty patch that seemed vaguely familiar...suddenly I suspected what had caused the crusty patch and my entire body grew hot with embarrassment and confusion.

"Now dear, whenever there is a stain, or dried fluids, sprinkle detergent directly on the stain and gently rub it out," she casually said without a trace of self-awareness.

I did as I was told all-the-while trying to grasp the concept that somehow, some strange man had left his mark on her underpants. UN-FREAKING-BELIEVEABLE!!

I felt her hand stroking my back as I hung the panties to dry.

"Sweetheart, you're doing so well I don't think you need my help anymore...I have to go meet Molly and Connie...I'll be gone for at least three-hours!"

THANK YOU, GOD! "Oh—okay, mom."

She opened the door, turned to me and said with a smile and wink, "Have fun, dear!" then she was gone.

What did she mean by that? I wondered, but of course, I knew what she meant.

I flashed-back to the day she caught me wearing her panties years ago. The shame and humiliation was overwhelming.

"Sweetheart, if you want me to, I will buy you your own panties...but, please, stop wearing mine, okay? They're, uh, getting stretched out of shape, and...,well, the stains are getter more difficult to wash out!"

Imagine your mother saying that to you!! From that day until Yoshi gave me the pink panties, I never as much as touched another pair. That's not to say I stopped looking at the underwear ads on the internet...I'm only human...

By the time I washed and rinsed the fourth pair of panties, I had such a raging hard-on it became uncomfortable in my tight shorts. I locked the door, and stripped-off the shorts. My boner pushed-out the briefs, but it felt much better.

I pulled out of the bag, yellow nylon panties with a yellow lace waistband. I absentmindedly stroked them a long time. I couldn't get enough of the smooth feel of the soft material.

My balls began to ache. I unconsciously reached down and squeezed my hard prick. It was becoming very hot inside the trailer so I took off the tee shirt I'd been wearing and stood at the sink in just my string, bikini briefs.

I was aware my breathing was labored. "John, please...control yourself, boy!" I said out loud. "Finish the job, damn-it!"

The last pair to wash were the worst. They were almost as crusty as mine had been. 

OH MY GOD, MOTHER!! Is this from the same guy, or a different one?

Grow up, John. Your mother is an attractive woman, and still fairly young. Why would you think she DOESN'T have sex?

By the time I hung the panties on the clothesline, I lost all self-control. 

I hurried to my underwear drawer, found the freshly washed pink panties, stripped-off my briefs and flung myself backwards onto the bed. I wrapped the panties around my throbbing prick and stroked away.

Ohhh God, YES! It had been way too long...

I knew it wouldn't take much time...I reveled in the exquisite sensations of the sheer fabric sliding rapidly up-and-down my hot flesh. My balls expanded and my hand became a blur on my cock.

"OH GOD---" I cried out, but caught myself in time before I really started screaming. The thin walls of my trailer did not hide any sounds from the outside world.

I removed the panties at the last possible second before my body lurched and shook and wildly gyrated on the bed as I stroked stream-after-stream of semen and sperm from my cockhead.

"Unnnggghhhhhh---yessssssss..." I groaned as quietly as I could.

When my breathing returned to normal, I found the Kleenex beside the bed and wiped the now-cold spunk from my belly and thighs. I needed another tissue to clean my softening penis. 

I closed my eyes intending to nap, but instead of darkness, a parade of erect cocks and heavy, sperm-laden balls flashed before my minds eye...and I could identify all of them. 

Oh, there's Billy's penis...and there's the first man I met in the park...oh yes, that beautiful dark chocolate is the guy I met in San Francisco last year...OH and there's Daddy's---nice---Yoshi, too...oh, look---there is Matusa's hard cock...and on-and-on-and-on...

I absentmindedly caressed my own prick into another full erection. I found the discarded panties and wrapped them around my flesh...another idea came to mind---I decided to wear them instead.

When they were in place on my hips, I pressed my boner against my belly, made sure my foreskin completely covered the glans, then lay on my stomach and began grinding my pelvis into the mattress.




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 02



OH MY GOD---how I love the silky smooth feel of the sheer material on my throbbing prick as I slowly moved my hips back-and-forth. I shivered with delight---I hadn't done the 'lust grind' in years---since the day mom had caught me wearing her underwear.

I remembered how spectacular the orgasm is when the glans is tightly encased by the foreskin trapping and accumulating the cum, as my prick pressed hard against the sheer panties.

The 'friction method' always made me cum within two-minutes---this time was no different. When the explosions began, I buried my face in the pillow as my body thrashed about like a fish out of water. Pools of sperm and semen escaped from the foreskin and soaked the front of the panties. 

The climax was so powerful it was several seconds before I opened my eyes and realized where I was. 

I personally believe circumcision became necessary when men discovered they had much more explosive orgasms using 'the friction method' and cumming in their foreskins---they no longer needed women for sex...circumcision became a tool to ensure the propagation of the human species...well, that's my opinion anyway.

It became something of a game. Mom and I stayed in the trailer until the phone call from her co-worker saying he'd arrived at work; then we were free to go about town as we pleased until another phone call warned us he was leaving work.

"Not much longer, dear," Mom said one morning in response to my query of how long this would go on. "Tonight might be the night..."

She never told me 'the plan'...only that he had done things at work that would get him fired, and maybe imprisoned. 

"Sex things?" I asked. "Is he forcing himself on people there, too?"

"No-no," she answered quickly, "...money-things..."

"Well, he owns the company---he can't do whatever he wants there?" I asked.

"Oh, no, dear, his wife's family owns the business and they all hate his guts!"

That was news to me. I always thought it was his business. She wouldn't say any more about 'the plan.'

One afternoon when I came home from grocery shopping, I checked my watch and determined I had an hour before Mom would arrive for the night. I quickly stripped-off all my clothes and slipped into the clean, pink panties. As always, my prick instantly hardened.

I climbed onto the bed and lay on my belly and began the 'lust grind'...oh, God, YESSSS!

The loud ring of my cell phone startled me out of my fantasy. I was gasping for air, and didn't recognize the number of the caller; I said in a low and cautious voice, "Hello?"

There was a short pause then the voice said, "Johnny---it is so good to hear your voice---I have missed you so much!"

The hair on my neck stood straight. My erection twitched inside the panties.

"Daddy? Is that you?" I said with a gasp.

"It is I, Sugar...have you missed me as much as I've missed you?" he softly asked me.

"Yes, Daddy---oh God YES!" I replied. "Are you coming back out here, Daddy? I really want to be with you!"

"You don't know how happy that makes me feel, Sugar...listen, I want to ask you something---no pressure---just tell me the truth..."

He'd gotten my curiosity aroused. "What is it it, Daddy?" I asked.

He cleared his throat then said, "Sweetie, I want you near me---I want to be able to see you every day...Sugar, would you consider moving to Houston?"

OH MY GOD!!

"Daddy, I, uh, don't know what to say?" I said trying to grasp the concept of leaving home and traveling to Texas.

"Sugar, I have a place for you to stay---it won't cost you a thing...and it's only five-minutes from my office...I'll pay all your expenses and we'll have ourselves a good ol' time---you'll love it here!"

And like a hundred times before, my knee-jerk response came from my heart and not my brain.

"Oh God, yes, Daddy---I would LOVE to move there, Daddy!"

Two-days later Mom came into the trailer and handed me a flash drive.

"What's this?" I asked her.

"What do you think it is?" she countered with a broad smile on her pretty face.

"OH MY GOD, MOM---HOW DID YOU GET THIS?" I asked in shock when I understood this was THE flash drive that had been Freddy the Asshole's tool for blackmail. 

"You don't need to know the details, dear...maybe some day I'll tell you, but for now, we are 'free' human beings again!" she said as she gathered her belongings. "Come over for dinner tomorrow night, dear, I'll barbecue us a couple steaks!"

I always assumed when I moved away from Santa Cruz it would be to San Francisco. Never in a million years could I have guessed I would be moving to Houston, Texas.

When I Googled the driving directions I was shocked to find out Houston was nearly 1,900-miles away, and it would take 27-hours to get there. 

I made a plan, and left Santa Cruz on a Monday morning at 5am. This would not be a 'tourist trip,' I told myself. I want to get there ASAP. 

My goal the first night was Phoenix, and it would take 11-12 hours to get there. Rather ambitious, but do-able. I'd made a reservation at a Holiday Inn Express, and my focus was to be there by 5pm. 

When I found Interstate 10 in L.A. I breathed a sigh of relief; this would be the only highway I needed to get to Houston.

A cop friend of mine once told me you could do 5-miles-an-hour over the speed limit and most highway patrolmen won't bother you. I made very good time, and after three-stops for gas and snacks, and a couple more 'comfort stops,' pulled into the hotel at 4:45pm.

I saw a bar/restaurant across the street. After a long, hot shower I was ready for a drink and dinner. Daddy had gotten me hooked on Martini's and I was on my second one when an older guy sat beside me.

I studied him in the mirror behind the bar---a reflex action; something I did automatically. 

Clean-faced and freshly scrubbed with a new haircut; his clothes were JC Penny, and I guessed him to be a low, or mid-level manager in town for a meeting or convention. 

Suddenly our eyes met in the mirror and he immediately looked away. I continued staring at him in the mirror. It took about fifteen-seconds before he looked at me again and when he saw me staring back at him, he quickly averted his eyes. I counted him trying to catch surreptitious glances of me four-times, and each time he sheepishly looked the other direction when he saw I was staring back at him.

I recognized him---I've met him a dozen times: he is 'Queen-for-a-Night.'

He is from a small town in a small state...married when he was 18 or 19 and now has teenage kids of his own...attends church every Sunday, but is not very religious...he has done his best to live by his strict up-bringing---he worked hard, settled down and married a nice girl (probably his high school sweetheart)---they had 3.2 children---and he provided them with everything he could on his middle class salary while suppressing his own wants and desires...and now, so many years later, he finds himself uninterested in sex with the wife, maybe even repulsed by the thought...the old impulses and demons return---he had successfully repelled and repressed feelings and urges he once had for men...and now he's thinking "I'm a thousand-miles from home and know absolutely no one in this town---what harm can it do? I may never get this chance again!" But he doesn't have the nerve, or know-how, to initiate a conversation with a strange man for such an elicit and immoral purpose. 

I've seen it many times. Men living their entire lives in denial...so fearful of scorn and ridicule. They're the ones who laugh the loudest at 'fag jokes' and are the harshest accusers of anyone they suspect might have 'sugar in their pockets.'

Their single greatest fear in life is not war or poverty or terminal illness...no, they are deathly frightened someone might discover their secret and call them 'queer.'

I asked the bartender, "Is it alright to eat at the bar?"

"Oh, sure, I'll get you a menu!" he said cheerfully.

Queen-for-a-Night spoke up: "Oh, uh, great---can I have a menu, too, please?"

I smiled in his direction and said, "I saw a sign on the window bragging about their Prime Rib---I think I'll give it a try!"

He nodded thoughtfully, and for the first time looked directly at me. "Yeah, you know, that sounds pretty good!"

I placed my dinner order, and asked for a third Martini...Queen-for-a-Night ordered the same dinner and asked for another beer.

I took a sip from the drink and remarked, "God, these taste good after a long day on the road!"

That gave him his opening, and I wondered if he'd take advantage...he did.

"Long day, huh? Where did you start from?" he asked.

For whatever reason, I never admit to strangers I'm from Santa Cruz. "I'm from San Francisco," I told him.

I saw his eyes brighten; his mood became more relaxed. I was sure in his mind he figured if I'm from San Francisco it means I must be gay...and that's precisely what I wanted him to think.

"Oh, nice---I've always wanted to go there!" he said.

I'll bet you do! I thought.

"My name's John," I said and offered him my hand.

He paused then said, "Oh---I'm, uh, Jack!"

I knew he was lying but what difference did it make? We shook hands.

"How about you---do you live here?" I asked even though I knew he didn't.

"No, no---I'm from Iowa...a small town I'm sure you never heard of...first time in Phoenix, the corporation I work for is paying for me to go to a seminar the next couple of days across the street at the Holiday Inn!" he said enthusiastically.

"Oh," I smiled, "I'm staying there, too!"

"What's San Francisco like?" he asked.

That was my opening. I went into a long monologue describing everything I knew about the city. I have to admit, I kind of 'gayed-up' my speech and body movements, but not to the point of flamboyancy---I don't care much for 'swishy' queers.

I use my hands when I talk and when I told him an amusing anecdote, I lightly slapped and squeezed his thigh for emphasis. His body flinched from my touch but he didn't do or say anything to discourage me from touching him again...and again.

At one point late in the meal, I boldly placed my hand on his upper thigh, squeezed and remarked, "They weren't lying about the Prime Rib---this is delicious!"

I watched for his reaction out of the corner of my eye. He blushed and coughed, but simply said, "Yes...this is fantastic!"

I was finished eating; he was very close. It was now or never.

He was chewing the last bite when I squeezed his upper thigh then leaned over and whispered, "I have a bottle of Crown Royal in my room if you want to come over and have a nightcap?" And I let the palm of my hand brush over his crotch...I had given him an erection and it was a nice one.

I squeezed his hard cock thru the thin material of his slacks then immediately removed my hand. 

"Bartender, can we have our checks, please?" I said; not giving Queen-for-a-Night a chance to react .

His face was beet-red; beads of perspiration on his forehead.

We paid our tabs and walked back to the motel in silence. I knew there was a battle raging inside his head. I couldn't tell which way he'd go.

We both had rooms on the same floor, but at opposite ends of the hallway. We came to his room first.

"Jack..." I said softly, "...if you want a drink my door will be cracked open..."

And then I repeated what one of my very first lovers had said to me: "We will never see each other again---no one will ever know what you did tonight unless you tell them!"

I said good-bye to him and walked away without looking back.

I left my door slightly ajar and went to the bathroom and took a long piss. I stripped-off my clothes and stood naked before the mirror. I figured there was a 50-50 chance he'd come to the room...I decided to be ready for him just in case...I prepared my pussy for his cock. 

I wrapped the bathrobe around me. I opened the bottle of whiskey, and poured healthy shots into two plastic cups and went to the sofa and waited.

I didn't have long to wait. There was an almost inaudible rapping on my door then it opened and in walked Queen-for-a-Night. I watched him secure the chain to the door. 

His eyes grew big when he saw me in the robe. He joined me on the couch, took a huge swallow of whiskey, and coughed.

I saw him squinting thru the light in the room. I sensed it was too bright for him; he was uncomfortable with the brightness. I placed my hand on his thigh for support, leaned across him and switched off the lamp beside the sofa.

The only illumination came from the open bathroom door. I moved close to him and began stroking his thigh. He swallowed the rest of his drink in one gulp.

"I—I don't know why I came here..." he said very softly.

I gently grasped his erection thru the slacks, squeezed, and moved my hand back-and-forth along its length.

"I know why..." I said softly as I squeezed his erection harder. "Don't worry about a thing---no one will ever know---okay?"

I heard a catch in his throat before he whispered, "Okay..."

I found his zipper and slowly opened it. My God, I can never get over how erotic and sexy the noise of a man's zipper being lowered sounds.

I reached inside and thought---OH---he's a tighty-whitey man!

My hand snaked beneath the elastic waistband and found his hot flesh. It was thicker than Daddy's; my hand barely reached all the way around it---I was glad I oiled my pussy. I slowly squeezed and stroked him.

In the dim light, I saw he'd turned his face to me so I took a calculated risk and gently kissed his lips. He moaned and I kissed him again, harder. His body softened; he groaned, took my head in his hands and kissed me back hard; I was pleasantly surprised when he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

I pulled at his slacks and underwear and he lifted his hips and allowed me to free his cock and balls. I stroked his rigid penis while our tongues leapt and danced with one another.

I massaged his heavy balls; They were dangerously high, and I didn't want him to cum too soon so I gently lowered them in his scrotum. He groaned again.

He suddenly became active---he opened my robe and took hold of my hard prick. His hand was rough, and he gripped it too tightly.

"Softer---I like a gentle pressure," I whispered.

"Oh, sorry...: he said.

I kissed him and said, "No-no---you're doing fine...oh, yeah---just like that---oh yes, your hand feels wonderful!"

I slowly masturbated him and he imitated my movements. I lowered my head and covered his cockhead with wet kisses. 

"No-no-no," he protested and lifted my head from his cock and before I realized it, he lowered his head and was lavishing kisses on my cockhead.

He broke free from me and lowered himself to the floor until he was kneeling between my open legs. He immediately took the entire length of my four-inch cock into his mouth.

It was only then I understood he was like me---his natural instinct was to 'give' rather than 'receive.'

His lips held my shaft firm while his fat tongue lathered my throbbing prick. 

"Mmmmmmmm..." he moaned. 

To my dismay, he abandoned my prick, but much to my delight he licked then sucked my balls. 

"Wow---you have no hair down here...:" he whispered.

He took my entire scrotum in his mouth and his tongue feasted on my hot flesh. He brought me sensations I'd never before experienced...his hot mouth sucked my balls like a vacuum. 

"Ohhhhhh—yessssssss..." I hissed thru clenched teeth.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain. "OH---watch your teeth..." I said.

"S-Sorry," he said and continued sucking.

"Mmmmmmmm..." he moaned into my balls.

My balls suddenly slipped from his mouth. I watched him position his face over my hard prick---he wet his lips then dove downward until they were firmly wrapped around the base of my shaft.

"Oh God---YES!" I exclaimed wiggling my butt, not only because it felt great, but to also give him encouragement...it is crucial to make a first-timer believe he is pleasing you. 

"Mmmmmmmm..." he moaned as he rapidly bobbed his head up-and-down my pulsating flesh.

I'm usually the one doing the 'giving' so it is foreign to me to just sit back and enjoy the pleasure...but the constant ministrations of his thick tongue forced me backwards and I closed my eyes and resigned myself to 'taking pleasure.'

I saw Yoshi in my minds-eye and hoped he was alright---GOD, HOW I MISSED HIM...I thought of Daddy---was I cheating on him? No...I don't think so...Daddy would understand the gift I was giving to a deeply-closeted, inhibited man---helping him realize a life-long fantasy.

I heard an odd squishing noise and opened my eyes. When my eyes focused in the near-darkness, I could see Queen-for-a-Night frantically masturbating while he sucked me. I recognized the sounds of his pre-cum oozing down his shaft mixing with his hand to create the familiar sound.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." his moaning never stopped now---he was totally into sucking a man's cock for the first time in his life.

I felt sorry for him...odds are he will never again experience the thrill of a hot and hard penis in his mouth...after tonight, while he's pumping his cock in-and-out of his wife, he'll be re-living the night he was on his knees before a man...he'll be fucking her but dreaming of sucking me. 

I marveled at how quickly he learned to apply the proper pressure and vacuum with his mouth while his tongue slithered over my throbbing cock-flesh, and how gently he rolled my balls with his fingers.

The incessant "Mmmmmmmmmmm..." escaping his throat vibrated on my flesh, greatly increasing the pleasure I was experiencing. 

Without warning, his low moans turned to "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..."

I watched his lower body shake----I knew he was squirting his cum---and that sent me reeling over the cliff and my own balls exploded.

"OOHHHHHHHH—YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS..." I cried out as my hips bucked and wildly gyrated as I repeatedly filled his mouth with sperm and semen.

He pleasantly surprised me by trying to swallow everything I gave him. He obviously wanted the 'total experience' of sucking a cock from beginning to end...and he nearly swallowed it all—a fine job for a first-time cocksucker.

When our bodies came to rest, he lapped-up the fluids he'd missed then reality suddenly reared its ugly head.

His mouth almost spit-out my now-flaccid penis, and I heard him mutter in despair, "Oh God, what have I done?"

It was a stark reminder of how I reacted the first few times I'd satisfied a man with my mouth...the act begins with a thrilling and exhilarating high of forbidden lust and excitement---then ends with overpowering feelings of guilt, shame and self-loathing.

I watched Queen-for-a-Night abruptly stand, and fasten his clothing as quickly as possible ignoring me the entire time. 

From experience, I knew he hated me at this moment---it was my fault---I was the seductress who lured him into an unspeakable act of depraved homosexuality---then his hatred would turn inward---he would hate himself even more for being weak, and morally bankrupt. 

He hurried from my room mumbling, "What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?"

I cleaned-up and went to bed. I felt sorry for Queen-for-a-Night...sorry his life had been, and will continue to be, one big fat lie.

A sad smile slowly spread over my face just before I drifted off to sleep. 

I knew Queen-for-a-Night was laying in bed wide-awake, the night's events playing over-and-over in his spinning and dizzy head...and I also knew, probably right about now, he couldn't help himself and was masturbating to the sights, sounds and smells of the evening---the image and taste of my hot and hard cock forever burned into his memory.

I chose to stay in Pecos, Texas the following night because it was roughly half-way between Phoenix and Houston. I decided I'd better be more frugal with my money---I had no idea what my arrangement with Daddy would be so I'd better have some money in reserve, just in case.




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 03



By the time I reached the outskirts of Houston, the adrenaline-rush I was feeling was counter-balanced by the rush-hour traffic I was stuck in. Stop-and-go traffic---I wanted to scream! And then the rain started...

OH MY GOD---WHAT IS THIS---A MONSOON??

The rain was so heavy, it was difficult seeing the brake lights of the car ahead of me. My nerves were frazzled...I turned the volume down on the radio, and gripped the steering wheel tighter...the downpour and traffic wouldn't let up---it went on forever-and-forever...

I squinted thru the rain at every sign...then suddenly---OH MY GOD---IT'S THE NEXT EXIT---THANK YOU LORD...

I double-checked the sheet of paper with the driving directions then flipped on the turn signal. I took the next exit, turned right, and two-blocks later saw a large, and sprawling apartment complex. When I read the sign 'SHANGRA-LA'---my heart leapt with joy...even the rain stopped!

I searched the parking lot for space #132...when I found it and parked the car I never felt such relief...and excitement---the excitement one feels when your mind conjures up the limitless possibilities of not only a new home, but a new city, as well. 

I experienced a euphoric feeling of freedom and hope for the future that had been long buried within me. It was exhilarating and, at the same time, frightening. I was on my own for the first time in my life...I was in a city where only one person knew me, and he accepts me for who I am! 

I CAN FINALLY BE MYSELF!! I CAN RE-MAKE MYSELF INTO THE PERSON I WANT TO BE---THE PERSON I REALLY AM---I AM GAY AND PROUD, DAMNIT---THAT IS WHO I AM!!

With a smile from ear-to-ear, I opened the car door to go in search of the building manager to get the key to my new home...even the oppressive humidity, that almost choked the life out of me when I opened the car door, couldn't smother my soaring spirits.

Oh my God, I thought, maybe Daddy is inside the apartment waiting to surprise me!

Well, no, Daddy wasn't waiting for me, but a few of God's other creatures were...

"Ya gotta stay on top of these damn things or they'll overrun the place!" announced Mr. Toole, the building manager, when he let me inside the apartment and we saw the cockroaches scurrying down the front hallway.

Moments earlier, I'd found him in his apartment, a tall and skinny man, he looked me up-and-down, smacked his thin lips and said, "I'm Ernie Toole, boy---you can call me Mr. Toole!" 

And then the dense and dank air in the apartment made me cough and choke. I swore it was more hot and humid inside than outside.

"No one's lived here for two months---it'll take the a/c units a little time to catch up!" he explained as he found four 'Roach Motels' under the kitchen sink, peeled off the strips, and showed me the best places to put them.

"These are the last of traps---you better get a few more, boy!" he said. 

He walked me thru the apartment. It was fully furnished, but the furniture appeared rather old and faded...and then there was this ever-present 'smell'...it wasn't overpowering or completely offensive, it just seemed to hang in the air---I absentmindedly sniffed at my shirt to see if it was clinging to me.

My spirits lifted briefly when I saw the new, king-sized mattress still in its clear wrap. 

Mr. Toole chuckled and said, "Yep, old Earl doesn't skimp when it comes to the bedroom, does he?"

I felt myself blushing at his remark.

He opened a closet door in the hallway and said, "Sheets and blankets in here...silk sheets, boy---haven't felt silk against my skin since the last boy who lived here."

What on earth did he mean by that?

We were standing near the door again. "You need anything at all, you come and see Mr. Toole, okay, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

He winked then said, "I have a system around here, boy, if you need work done---I scratch your back and you scratch mine..."

I suspected what he meant by that---I didn't know how to feel about this man...he wasn't mean or insulting---he just knew what he wanted and did not hesitate expressing himself.

Before he left, he hesitated, then said with an odd grin as he once again looked me up and down smacking his lips, "You're a lot prettier than the last boy...Earl and I go way back---he doesn't mind sharing his boys, if you know what I mean!"

OH MY GOD, I thought as I quickly shut the door when he was gone. WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?

I unloaded the car and found a place in the apartment for the few possessions I'd brought with me. I made a shopping list for groceries, toiletries, cleaning supplies and, of course, more roach motels. I was determined to stay as busy as I could to keep from thinking about Mr. Toole's words.

I'm prettier than the last boy? Earl doesn't mind sharing his boys? How many of his 'boys' have lived here? 

I was feeling slightly disillusioned...I believed Daddy was different---that I was special and meant something to him---to hear Mr. Toole speak, Daddy is just another dirty old man keeping a boy on the side for whenever his dick gets hard.

Calm down, John, I told myself. You know Daddy, he's not like that at all...

I didn't know if I should go to the store, or wait for Daddy's phone call. It was almost 6pm and he'd be coming from work very shortly...he might be on his way right now!

I tore the clear wrap off the new bed, found silk sheets and pillow covers. I made it as comfortable as possible as I smiled to myself thinking how we'd be messing up the sheets very soon.

The a/c didn't seem to be cooling the apartment. I cranked-up the units in both the bedroom and living room then set-up my computer. 

I checked the time again---7pm...and wondered what could be keeping Daddy. On my cell phone, I decided to call him even though he'd asked me not to. His caller id was blocked---he could call me but I couldn't call him.

Feeling frustrated, I came to the conclusion he wasn't expecting me in Houston for another day. When I'd told him I could get here in three days he scoffed and said, "Too long of a trip, Sugar---it'll take you four days!"

SURE---THAT WAS IT---HE DOESN"T EXPECT ME HERE UNTIL TOMORROW!

With a sigh of relief, I decided to go shopping, plus I was starving. I remembered seeing some fast-food restaurants and went first to dinner then to Wal-Mart. 

When I came home it was 9:30, and the apartment was still hot and sticky. The bedroom a/c worked better than the one in the living room. I sat in the living room in my underwear, surfing the Internet. My whole body seemed to ooze sweat.

I had vowed to myself not to use the brand new bed until Daddy and I had 'broken it in'...the couch was long enough to sleep on so I retrieved a pillow and another sheet and turned in at 11pm.

Good God, the stagnant air in the room was stifling. I tossed and turned for two-hours before my mind and body gave way to exhaustion. It had been a very long and frustrating day---tomorrow was sure to be better!

I waited until 9am to go to Mr. Toole's apartment. The living room a/c did not cool the place down at all. I wanted either for him to fix it, or replace it with a new one.

I cringed when he said, "Well, hey boy, nice to see such a pretty face first thing in the morning!" He was dressed in blue jeans and a work shirt. He appeared to be perspiring like he'd just finished a project.

I blushed and replied, "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Toole, but the a/c in the living room isn't working---it's an oven in there!"

"Oh, sorry to hear that, boy," he said with genuine concern. "I'll put you on the list for a new one, how does that sound?"

"Can't it be fixed?" I asked.

He sadly shook his head and replied, "I've worked on that one at least ten times, boy...nothing more I can do for it." 

"Uh, well, how long is the list?" I asked.

"Oh, there's about a six-month wait, boy...you probably won't get a new one until NEXT summer!" he said sincerely. "Sorry, boy, but it's not in my budget this year!"

I remembered his words from yesterday---"You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours!" Was this all a set-up? Did he intentionally put a faulty a/c in my place so I would be in debt to him?

I lowered my eyes, and softly asked him, "Uh, if I scratch your back will you scratch mine? What would I have to do to move up on the list?"

"You know, boy, I'm pretty sure you can't afford to pay for a new a/c yourself, and in all honesty, do you have any skills at fixing things, or working around here to help me out? What are you good for boy? What can you give me that no one else can?"

Oh my God---what kind of game is this guy playing? He knows darn-well what I'm offering. He wants me to say it out loud---he wants me to demean myself before his eyes. 

Staring at the floor, I softly said, "I'll suck your cock for you."

"As tempting as that offer sounds, boy, you don't seem to be sincere about it...you make it sound like I'm forcing you into something you don't want to do---I'm no rapist, boy! I don't make people do anything they don't want to do!"

The blood drained from my face as I forced myself to look into the eyes of another stranger who was forcing me to say out loud I'm a whore and cum-slut.

"No, no, please Mr. Toole, I really do want to suck your cock for you...please...please let me suck it for you, Mr. Toole!" I said, incredulous that I was begging a stranger to suck his cock.

"You know, boy, words are meaningless without action!" he said.

I went to him, dropped to my knees and opened his jeans. The palm of my hand pressed against his slight bulge as I lowered the zipper. I hooked my fingers into the jeans and boxers he was wearing and slowly pulled them down his legs.

I gasped when his long and thin semi-erection popped into view and struck my cheek. I had never before seen such a long and skinny cock. I immediately wondered what it would feel like sliding in-and-out of my pussy banging against my prostate. 

I inhaled his manly aroma---my own prick stiffened inside my string, bikini briefs. 

My tongue licked the soft flesh; my lips kissing the length coaxing him into an erection. His balls were hanging low in his scrotum and I took them both in my mouth and lathered them with saliva. It took less than a minute until he was fully hard.

I wet my lips and slid them over his cockhead then went to work on him. I decided to make it a fast one so I rapidly stroked the shaft as I inhaled about have of his hard-on as far into my mouth as I could. I gingerly rolled and massaged his increasingly heavy balls.

When his moaning became non-stop, I sucked him harder and stroked him faster. I had to admit his flesh tasted good, I enjoyed the salty flavor created by his sweat. 

He began thrusting his hips forward forcing more and more of his cock into my mouth. His cockhead banged the back of my throat and it was all I could do to keep from gagging. He was getting close.

My hands abandoned his shaft and balls and gripped his hips to control his movements. My head became a blur bobbing back-and-forth on his heated, ever-expanding flesh. 

It is at this point when I'm giving head that I become lost in the sucking; all I want is to feel and taste his spooge in my greedily sucking mouth. Would he cum in powerful blasts, or fill my mouth with squirt-after-squirt until his balls were empty?

I felt his hips tense then heard him shout "YESSSSSS" then tasted his opening salvo of sperm and semen. 

A deluge of tasty cum filled my mouth and I swallowed just in time before he unleashed the next barrage...and the next...and the next...I've always thought it deliciously obscene the gulping noises I make when I swallow a man's entire load of cum.

I heard him gasping for air; he patted my head as I cleaned his shriveling penis with my tongue. My own balls were aching for release, but I ignored the slight pain---I would 'take care' of myself when I returned to my apartment.

I watched in awe as his slender cock hung down further than any penis I'd ever seen. Once again I thought about getting fucked by this wonderful piece of meat. I definitely knew what I'd be fantasizing about when I jerked-off in a few minutes!

I fixed his clothing in place and remained on my knees looking up into his eyes.

"Am I getting closer to the top of the list?" I asked and immediately regretted saying it---it sounded cheap and whorish!

"You're a good cocksucker, boy—no doubt about that! But then again, Earl's boys are always good at sucking cock!" he said with a chuckle.

THERE IT WAS AGAIN---"Earl's boys"---just how many 'boys' has Daddy had living here?

"No, boy, it takes more than one blow-job to move up the list...what I look for is 'commitment'---if you agree to to be available to me---that is, whenever Earl isn't using you---well, that would be a start!"

Oh my God...once again I was going to have to rely on the kindness of a stranger to make my life easier.

"W-What do you want from me?" I asked with exasperation.

"A verbal contract---between you and me---that you will be available to me any time Earl is not enjoying your, uh, services!" he said matter-of-factly. "It won't be as often as you are thinking right now...there are a couple women in the building who want to move up the list, too...you might see me once or twice a day unless the women are available---in which case I may only use that pretty mouth of yours once or twice a week!"

I couldn't believe my ears when I said, "Okay" to his crude offer.

"Okay, what?" he asked.

"I'll be available to you whenever Dad---Earl isn't here."

"The next few days will be the test...as long as you live up to your word---you may have a new air conditioner within a week!" he said.

"How is this going to work? I mean, I don't know when, uh, Earl is going to be here or not!" I asked him.

"I pretty much know his schedule, and, when he calls you to tell you he'll be here---which he always will do---you will call and tell me! He always parks his car in the same spot and I can see it from my window...I'll be able to see for myself if you're being honest with me."

I walked back to my place with a heavy heart. I'd gotten Freddy the Asshole out of my life only to have him replaced with another one. Life is not fair...

When I returned to my place, I made quick work of emptying my balls, and yes, I pictured Mr. Toole's 'tool' while stroking myself to an explosive climax.

I then set about thoroughly scrubbing and cleaning every room in the apartment. I was impressed with how effective the 'Roach Motels' were...nary a pest in sight.

After a sandwich for lunch, the heat in the apartment became unbearable so I stripped down to my black, string bikini briefs to finish the cleaning...it was much, much cooler that way.

I still hadn't heard from Daddy and I was worried. I tried hard to shut negative thoughts out of my head. He is busy at work, I told myself, and he'll call me later.

I found a vacuum cleaner in the hall closet and was humming a song while I worked. When I felt a hand on my shoulder I nearly jumped out of my skin. 

"Whoa, boy---it's only me!" I heard Mr. Toole say. "Calm down...I used my master key when I heard the vacuum going."

"You scared me!" I complained.

"Uh, sorry, boy..." he said. 

It was a half-hearted apology---I saw his eyes bugging out as they drank-in my almost naked body.

"Cute panties, boy," he said with a slight smile.

"They're not panties!" I protested. "I buy them in the men's department!"

"Whatever you say, boy," he said.

He stared at me a few more seconds then said, "Earl called me—he said your phone kept ringing and ringing and to tell you he'd be here at six."

Oh my God---I forgot to charge the battery—that's why I haven't heard from him!

"Oh, uh, thanks Mr. Toole," I said, but I think my words fell on deaf ears. 

His eyes were focused on my tiny briefs. I glanced at his crotch, and sure enough, that beautiful long cock of his was tenting-out the thin material. 

Without a single word between us, I went to my knees before him, quickly extricated his wonderful cock, and gave him my 'loving blowjob'...much licking of his salty flesh...taking his balls into my mouth and tenderly sucking each egg-shaped orb...and finally, slowly moved my head back-and-forth while I sucked him deep into my mouth as I gently fondled his balls, and teased him with a finger stroking his perineum and rubbing his puckered anus.

By the time he exploded in my mouth, he was a quivering, shaking mass of insane lust and desire---mumbling incoherently and finally shouting "JESUS---JESUS---JESUS---JESUS..."

When I licked the last remnants of sperm and semen from his now-ultra-sensitive cock head, his knees buckled, but I caught him before he fell. 

I smiled inwardly, knowing full well he'd never experienced ANYTHING like that!!

He suddenly blurted out, "IT'S DAMN HOT IN HERE, BOY---Earl pays good rent money---I'll be back in an hour-and-a-half with a new air conditioner!"

I smiled and simply said, "He will appreciate that!"

The moment I heard the front door close, I threw myself face-down on the leather sofa and frantically ground my throbbing prick into the cushion. I swore I could feel his long, skinny cock pounding my pussy. I came so hard in my briefs I saw stars dancing before my eyes.

Before I bathed, I washed the fluids off the leather upholstery and tossed my soaked briefs into the laundry basket. 

I sat back in the hot water of the bubble bath and reflected on the days events. I decided I liked Mr. Toole after all---he's not at all like Freddy the Asshole...he's kind, and genuinely friendly...and besides, how could a boy like me NOT like anyone with a cock like his?

Out of modesty and humility, I will refrain from an in-depth description of my passionate evening with Daddy. 

Needless-to-say, after a month apart, his lusty balls filled my mouth to overflowing with his pent-up sperm and semen then I was able to coax two more erections from him and he fucked me hard and fast, giving me the most spectacular climax I've had since our weekend in San Francisco.

I had decided against using the sex paste Yoshi had given me which turned out to be the right decision; I had assumed Daddy would spend the entire night with me, not so.

I was still gasping for air from my orgasm when Daddy climbed out of bed and began dressing.

"W-Where are you going? Aren't you going to stay here tonight?" I asked him in a surprised, high-pitched panic of a voice.

He answered, "Sugar, I'm afraid I'll never be able to spend a whole night here---my wife is a suspicious bitch---I think she's looking for any reason to sue me for divorce...I can't let that happen right now...I'll be here tomorrow at one, Sugar, for a little afternoon delight, okay?"

"Oh, yeah...okay," I said disappointed.

The next day I was ready and waiting for him in my pink panties, laying provocatively on the sofa, my milky white flesh a stark contrast to the black leather.

His eyes bugged-wide the moment he saw me. I smiled and stared at his crotch and as soon as his slacks tented-outward, I went to him, dropped to my knees, and gave him a long, and loving blowjob.

"That was the best, Sugar!" he said.

I watched him quickly fix his clothes then couldn't believe my ears. 

"I have to go, Sugar, have an important meeting!" he said, and as he walked to the door he added: "I won't be able to see you over the weekend---my kids are home from college, and well...I'll see you Monday at one---okay, Sugar?"

I was still on my knees, stunned, and answered, "OH, uh, okay---Daddy..."

And why I said it I don't know, but just before he closed the front door I called out, "Have a good weekend, Daddy!" He didn't reply---I doubted he had heard me.

I remained on my knees trying to understand what had just happened. Pain and yearning filled my heart. 




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 03



The after-taste of his cum on my tongue suddenly became sour and bitter. Is this my 'new life,' I wondered. Am I just going to be Daddy's one o'clock blowjob?

The familiar ache in my balls forced me to stand. My hard prick pushed-out the flimsy fabric of the panties, a sizable pre-cum stain had formed; my only reaction was---should I masturbate on the leather sofa, or on the silk sheets of the bed?

I started at the sound of Mr. Toole's voice, "It's only me!" He had let himself in and when I saw him in the hallway, he came to a sudden halt, and stared at my condition.

Just like Daddy, his eyes bugged-wide when he saw me wearing women's panties. It was the first time he'd seen me like this. What is it about grown men who get excited over boy's in panties?

"I, uh...saw Earl leave..." he said, and to my amazement, he reached down with a hand and unashamedly massaged his erection right in front of my eyes while walking towards me.

His eyes rapidly moving up-and-down my body. He stopped inches from me and placed his hands on my shoulders and applied a gentle downward pressure.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry as I went to my knees and opened the slacks of a second man in less than fifteen minutes, but of course, the moment his beautiful erection popped into view, I took it deep inside my mouth, and became lost in the sucking. I really am a cock-whore...

My balls ached for release. I debated about fondling myself...normally, I would never act so bold in front of a man, the man's pleasure always comes first, but what the heck---he stroked himself in front of me so why not? 

I released his balls from my hand and gripped my hard prick thru the panties.

"Mmmmmmm..." I groaned into his hot cock when I felt the sensuous material of the panties on my own flesh.

It was difficult at first...Mr. Toole liked a firmer grasp on his cock than I enjoy, so applying different pressures on his hard-on and my own required concentration. When I felt I had mastered the proper technique, any and all thoughts or misgivings drained from my mind. I abandoned myself to giving both of us pleasure.

I found even with different pressures, I could still match the speed of stroking both cocks at the same time. My hands became a blur---his hips began thrusting---his moans grew louder. 

I worried by not being able to feel his balls contract in my hand, I would not be forewarned of his climax, and I might miss swallowing his entire load...and I was right---when his first salvo filled my mouth, I couldn't swallow fast enough, and rivulets of sperm and semen escaped my mouth and slowly ran down my cheeks.

"JESUS---JESUS---JESUS---JESUS..." he cried out and his excitement caused my boiling balls to burst and I filled my panties with stream-after-stream of hot cum.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM..." I moaned into his flesh.

I did manage to gulp down most of his spunk, and was surprised how delicious it tasted compared with Daddy's.

When I licked clean his slowly deflating penis and it slipped from my mouth he exclaimed, "DAMN BOY---YOU CERTAINLY LOVE COCK---DON'T YOU!!??"

I don't know why I blushed...I could have easily answered, "YES---I DO LOVE COCK!!"

The cum in my panties sticking to my flesh turned cold almost immediately. It was very uncomfortable and I wanted to wash myself, but I also had a question I wanted to ask him. I stood as he adjusted his clothes, his eyes never leaving the mess I had made of myself.

"Uh, Mr. Toole...the 'other boys' who, uh, 'lived here'...what did they, uh, mean to Earl? Were they just, uh, 'friends' of his?"

His eyes narrowed; I thought I detected a sad expression.

"Damn, boy," he said softly, "...you really believe you're going to have a 'relationship' with him, don't you?"

His words hit me hard. The light went on inside my brain; I cursed myself for being so stupid. I tried to blink away the tears that were forming in my eyes.

"Johnny," he said; it was the first time he ever called me anything other than 'boy.' "You have to understand...Earl is an important businessman around here, and a family man...he has this secret you and I know, but no one else can ever find out---it would ruin him!"

And then he said, I guessed to ease my pain, "He likes you very much---better than those other boys...but you're going to have to play by his rules if you want to continue seeing him...he will never spend more than 2-3 hours here with you, and needless to say, he cannot be seen in public with you...I shouldn't be telling you any of this, but...you're a nice boy...I like you...I want you to know how it's going to be...you really expected more, didn't you?"

I was at a loss for words. Yes, I did expect more---yes, I thought I moved all this way to have a relationship with a wonderful man...I had no idea I was here simply to be his fucktoy!

"I, uh, well, you're right---I thought there would be more," I admitted.

"Johnny, there CAN'T be more...if you cannot accept your situation, I would recommend you go back to California, BUT..." he said, then I saw a slight smile form on his face, "...you'll have a good life here, and I would miss you a great deal if you left!" 

I didn't want to go back to Santa Cruz...outside of my mother, there was absolutely no reason to live there.

I smiled at him, but it was a painful smile. I replied, "I guess I could stay here awhile..."

"You know, Johnny, if you get lonely there is a queer bar only a couple blocks from here...maybe you can go there and meet, uh, a 'friend'! he said.

"Will you show it to me? Want to have a drink with me?" I asked.

An odd expression washed over his face. I could tell what his answer would be.

"I can't be seen in a fag joint---I have a reputation too, you know!"

Sometimes men make me want to scream and shout at the top of my lungs!

It was the first Friday night I could remember in a very long time staying home alone. 

I briefly thought of going to the bar, but Mr. Toole's final admonishment scared me away: "If you go to 'that' bar---be very careful," he said in an ominous tone of voice, "...there has been a rash of fag-bashing in the neighborhood, and the cops don't seem to be interested in finding the assholes doing it!"

On Saturday, I decided to drive there and check it out in the daylight. It was less than two-blocks from my apartment, it would be an easy walk, but it was off the main street, and the trees and bushes surrounding the parking lot could very well hide the people who would do harm to people like me.

I liked the name of it: "The Crooked Arrow"...subtle, and clever. 

After Wal-Mart, I went home and spent Saturday afternoon inside. Four-hours of television wore me down. I made a salad and fried-up a ground beef patty. Once I cleaned the kitchen, I dreaded watching more television.

What the heck---there's a couple hours of sunlight remaining---I could have 2-3 drinks and get out of the bar before dark!

I decided to dress conservatively: a white, Budweiser-logo tee shirt and blue jeans...from what I've seen so far in Texas, I'd look like a thousand other guys...except MY tee shirt was clean.

There were only 9-10 cars in the parking lot so getting a space fairly close to the door was no problem. Like always, once I opened the car door and stepped outside I was mugged by the humidity...does anyone get used to this?

I went inside and was immediately blinded by darkness. While I waited for my vision to adjust, I wondered why so many gay bars keep the lighting this dim? Desperate and horny men don't really care what a potential partner looks like when their dicks are hard and their nuts are swelling, hahaha...

To the right of me I saw an empty room; there were many booths surrounding a dance floor...straight ahead of me were ten pool tables; half of them were occupied. I spotted a very long bar to my left and walked towards it. I guessed there had to be at least twenty-five empty bar stools out of thirty. I reminded myself it was only 6:30.

I sat at a stool in the middle, no one near me in either direction.

A cute bartender, about six-feet tall and in his early thirties, with muscles and a sculpted chest that threatened to tear open a too-tight tee shirt came over and asked me for my id. 

"California, huh?" he said. I was amazed he could read my drivers license in the dim light without squinting. "You on vacation?"

"No, I live here now," I said with a smile.

He gave me a wide smile of his own, and an enthusiastic, "Nice...welcome to Texas! What can I get you?"

"Coors Light, please."

"Draft or bottle?"

"Bottle."

When he set the bottle in front of me he pointed at my tee shirt and playfully said, "Hope I don't get into trouble with Budweiser for giving you a Coors!"

"It's okay, I'm full of contradictions," I replied. "It's made by Hanes, but I'm a Fruit-of-the-Loom kind of guy!"

He liked that line and laughed, then stuck out his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, I'm 'Boomer'!"

"I'm John," I said and shook his hand. He had a firm, manly grip. My prick twitched inside my briefs. "You guys get busy here?"

"Yeah, later on...Saturday night is 'date night,' so it doesn't fill up until eleven...most other nights around six..."

Someone on the end of the bar called out "BOOMER---ANOTHER ROUND!"

And before he left he gave me a sincere smile and a wink, and said, "Sure would like to spend more time getting to know you, John...I hope you become a 'regular'!" and he was gone.

OH MY---a surge of excitement raced thru my body and caused my prick to fully harden. I hadn't reacted like this to a good-looking guy in a long time...a compliment ALWAYS makes me feel good.

My eyes became accustomed to the darkness and I surveyed the other people in the bar. All guys, and most of them were in their twenties or thirties. Quite a few leather vests and tight tee shirts, and EVERYONE wore blue jeans.

I heard a high-pitched squeal coming from one of the pool tables and turned and saw a kid wearing short-shorts like the ones I sometimes wore. Well, everyone except HIM was wearing blue jeans. He was jumping up-and-down yelling "I WIN---I WIN!!"

He not only was wearing short-shorts, but had on a pink, cut-off tee shirt that showed his navel and firm belly. I watched him bounce around the pool table, and immediately thought to myself, "What a little fairy!"

I know—I know...that sounds hypocritical but I can't help myself. This kid personified the stereotypical gay person that straight people pictured every time time they heard the word 'gay.' Most gay men ARE NOT the swishy, woman-like creatures the average person thinks us to be.

I watched as his playing partner handed the kid money, and the kid exuberantly bounded for the bar. He stood beside me and shouted in my ear, "BOOMER—BOOMER---ANOTHER COORS AND A SLIPPERY NIPPLE!" then he giggled like a schoolgirl.

I glanced in his direction and immediately thought, This kid doesn't look a day over eighteen---how can he be drinking in here?

"I know," he blurted out to me. "I get THAT look a lot! I have an id that says I'm twenty-four!" 

"OH," I said somewhat embarrassed he'd noticed me staring at him. "Well, you do look awfully young---lucky you!"

I don't know why, maybe just to make conversation, I added, "I have shorts at home identical to yours."

He narrowed his eyes, made a gesture towards the pool tables, and in deadly earnestness said, "Todd is all mine---I don't want YOU going after him!"

He caught me by surprise. I coughed and said, "I have no intention of 'going after' him."

His cute face softened then he smiled and said, "Well, you're the prettiest boy in here---outside of me, that is!"

I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

He stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Benji!"

I shook his limp-as-a-washcloth hand and replied, "I'm John."

Boomer brought the kids drinks and 'Benji' paid for them and returned to the pool room.

I looked into the mirror on the back bar once again searching for the BOTTOM stamp that must surely be imprinted on my forehead. Why else would complete strangers assume I was submissive?

The bar was getting crowded. I enjoy people-watching, so I stayed longer than I'd planned. I'd had two beers, and was now working on my third vodka/soda. I was still sober enough to drive so I decided to have one final drink before I left.

I was grateful the crowd mostly drowned-out Benji's theatrical cries of glee from the pool room. At one point a body stood beside me waiting for drinks; in the mirror, I recognized Benji's intended target, Todd.

"Hey, cutie, you want a drink?" he said tapping me on the shoulder.

I smiled at him, but momentarily froze. There was something in his eyes that didn't look right...maybe he'd already had one too many drinks.

"No, no, thanks anyway," I said.

He left with his drinks and was immediately replaced with an older guy. The bar was packed now, and the man stood very close to me. He drained a scotch-on-the-rocks in two gulps and ordered another one.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked me. 

"Well, uh, I probably should be going," I said.

"BOOMER---one for my friend, too!" he said ignoring my reply.

Here we go again, I thought. Another stranger who thinks he can do or say anything he likes around me. WHAT IS IT ABOUT ME?

We made small talk mostly about the heat and humidity. I wasn't regulating my intake of alcohol...I tried to keep up with him...he ordered a third scotch for us and my brain was fuzzy.

He held up his glass to make a toast, we clinked glasses and he said, "Bottoms-up!" and he broke into a laughing jag.

I wasn't sure what was so funny, but thought it had to do with his emphasis on the word 'Bottoms' in his toast.

He suddenly pushed a twenty-dollar bill in front of me.

He said in my ear, "Care to join me in the backseat of my car, cutie?"

Okay---now it was time to go. "Uh, no thanks!" I said as I finished the drink and got off the bar stool.

He grabbed my arm and it hurt. "You fucking cock-tease!" he hissed at me. "You drink my booze and you won't even show me 'thanks'?"

I broke free of his grip and got lost in the crowd. I looked to see if he was following me...no, thank God, he's still at the bar!

I hurried out the front door and took a deep gulp of the humid night air. The close encounter had almost sobered me up. My car was only fifty-feet from the entrance. I was nearly there when I thought I heard something. I paused and listened...

"STOP----HELP ME!!" 

Shivers of fear raced up-and-down my spine. I tried to clear my head and figure out where the sound was coming from.

"YOU'RE HURTING ME!!"

"SHUT-UP, FAGGOT!!" 

Then there was a dull THUD...I'd heard it before---it was the sickening sound of a boot striking someone's skull.

"NOOOOO—YOU'RE KILLING ME---YOU'RE KILLING ME..."

"WE'RE GONNA MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN, FAGGOT!!"

The hair on my neck stood straight---I'd never felt such fear and panic!! 

I stared at the bushes to the left-side of the parking lot---the noises were coming from there. I jumped into the car, started the engine, and the tires squealed as I hurried toward the sounds.

I saw figures in the bushes. I lined-up the headlights, flicked on the bright lights and shone them on the group in the bushes. I then laid into the car horn---never letting up on it. I saw four guys standing over a cringing body on the ground.

OH MY GOD---I RECOGNIZED THE SHORT-SHORTS---IT WAS BENJI GETTING BEATEN!!

He was curled-up in the fetal position as his attackers froze in the headlights. 

OH MY GOD---THAT'S TODD!!

Still laying on the horn, I snatched-up my cell phone, and with all four attackers still staring into the headlights, I snapped a photo of them. I couldn't believe how calm and logical I had remained. 

I watched Todd deliver one more kick to Benji's chest then he shouted to the others, "WE BETTER GET OUTTA HERE!" and all four of the attackers scrambled thru the bushes to the other side and disappeared into the darkness.

A stream of guys came running out of the bar led by Boomer the Bartender. It was only then I became nervous. I was shaking so badly I had trouble opening the car door. I quickly composed myself and ran to Benji rolling on the muddy ground in agony. He was covered in mud and blood and he was wet with what smelled like urine. The assholes not only beat him---they pissed on him, too!

Boomer arrived next. We both knelt over Benji. "CALL AN AMBULANCE!" I shouted to no one in particular.

That caused Benji to get to his knees and cry out, "NO-NO-NO---I'M OKAY---I DON'T WANT AN ABULANCE!!"

Boomer turned to me and asked, "Did you get a good look at those guys?"

"Just the one guy---Todd---he and Benji were shooting pool together!" I said then remembered, "OH---I took a picture of them!"

"JESUS CHRIST---that's great, John! I'll give you my cell number and you can send it to me...we'll get that photo posted in every gay bar in Houston! This shit has been going on way too long!"

"Benji, what do you want us to do?" asked Boomer. "You want me to call the cops?"

I thought it a strange question---OF COURSE he should call the cops!!

"No-no-no-noooo..." whimpered Benji. "NO POLICE!!"

We checked him out. There were no visible marks on his face. His legs were bruised, and I'm sure his back, chest and belly were bruised, too, but he appeared to be okay.

Benji was able to stand on his own, and when it was determined there would be no ambulance and no police, the bar patrons slowly filed back inside.

Boomer patted me on the back and said, "Nice job, John---you may have saved his life!"

"Yeah, uh, thanks---I'll take him home," I said.

Benji and I stood alone in the harsh spotlight of my car's bright lights.

"I'll take you home, Benji...where do you live?" I asked him.

"I, uh, well..." he snuffled.

"I don't know this town so you'll have to give me directions...where do you live?" I repeated.

"John," he said softly, choking back tears, "I live right here."

"Here? WHERE here?" I asked.

My heart sank as he motioned around the woods and bushes and again said, "Here...I've lived HERE for a week!"

"Huh? Why? Don't your parents live in Houston?" I asked.

He wouldn't return my gaze. "My, uh, my dad kicked me out of the house last week."

"What happened? Why would he do that?" I asked, growing increasingly concerned.

"He doesn't like me being gay..." he said so sadly it broke my heart.

It was a story I'd heard a few times in San Francisco. The son finally musters enough courage to come out of the closet only to be met with scorn and derision from the father, and sometimes both parents. 

It always made my blood boil that someone's own flesh and blood could turn their backs on their son or daughter or brother or sister because they were born gay. 

My God, we live in the 21st century, when are people going to get over their narrow-minded bigotries, and accept human beings for who and what they are?

I had to make a quick decision because it began drizzling, but more than that, he and I were alone in the bushes and I was nervous Todd and his criminal friends would return.

"C'mon, get your bag, you're coming home with me!" I told the trembling boy.

"John, thank you, but I can't let you go out of your way like this---we only just met and I don't want to make trouble for anyone," he said softly.

"This is not a debate, Benji," and then I added louder than I probably should have, "GET YOUR BAG---let's get out of here before your friend Todd comes back!"

The mention of Todd's name spurred Benji into action. I opened the trunk of my car, found several old bath towels I hadn't unpacked, took Benji's bag from him and placed it in the trunk, then opened the car door and placed towels on the passengers seat and back rest. I guided Benji inside then quickly got behind the wheel and drove the short distance to my apartment.




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 03



I have never been the Good Samaritan-type of person...I have been a loner and introvert my entire life...I mean, sure, if people asked for my help I would try and do the right thing...but I've never really gone out of my way to help someone—to allow another person into my 'comfort zone'...this was a new experience for me...to be honest, I was not thrilled with the idea that popped into my head---to allow this kid to live with me for as long as need be...but my 'logical mind' could not think of any other solution.

Once inside, I gave Benji my robe, and told him to get out of his muddy and bloody clothes while I ran a hot bath. 

When I peeled the robe off him beside the tub, I gasped at the purple and black bruises covering his belly, chest and back.

"Are you sure you're okay? They didn't break any of your ribs, did they?" I asked very concerned; from the looks of his bruises, I thought SOMETHING must be fractured or broken!

"No, I'm fine—-my chest is a little sore, but I don't think anything is broken," he replied.

Then, as he stepped into the tub, I saw his buttocks...they were a dark purple too, but the bruises appeared different from the ones on the rest of his body. I looked closer and saw angry welts covering his soft skin. 

OH MY GOD---SOMEBODY WHIPPED THIS BOY!! 

He grimaced when he sat on his battered buttocks but said nothing. This is when I decided I could not allow this kid to go back into the real world until I was positive he would no longer be beaten and whipped.

I felt a warm glow of satisfaction when I accepted the notion he was now my responsibility. I congratulated myself for taking a major step into becoming an adult.

My whole attitude changed. I was now pleased he was here---and I would do everything I could to keep him safe.

"Lay back and enjoy the bubbles," I said. "I'm going to see if I can get the, uh, stains, out of your clothes."

"OH---thank you so much---you're a very nice man!" he said with genuine sincerity.

He sounded like a little boy, not the 24-year old his id claimed.

"Benji," I said, "...how old are you---really?"

"No, really, I'm 24!" he insisted.

"Benji?" I said with raised eyebrows.

He averted his eyes and sheepishly said, "Oh, okay---I'm 21."

I sadly shook my head and said, "Benji, I'm going to let you stay here for as long as you need to...all I ask for in return is the truth---how old are you?"

His hard exterior crumbled. I saw tears form in his eyes.

"I—I--I can live here? That's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!" he said.

"How old are you, Benji?" I asked one more time.

He sheepishly lowered his eyes and mumbled, "Eighteen..."

"Is that true?" I asked firmly.

He stared at me and quickly said, "Honest to God, John---yes, I'm eighteen!"

And then he added, "I'm not jailbait---really---I'm eighteen!"

Jailbait? Why would he say that? What kind of life has this kid had to endure?

I gave him privacy to take his bath. The pajamas I'd brought with me, but never wore, were ready for him when he was done. I made up the sofa with sheets and the extra pillow for me to sleep. 

When he came out of the bathroom I was wearing the robe, and watching the tv news. The pajamas were one size too large, he looked rather adorable swimming in the pj's. Don't get me wrong, I felt no desire for the young boy, but I do appreciate beauty when I see it.

He had a puzzled expression on his face when he saw the bedding on the sofa.

"You can have my bed, I'll sleep here," I explained.

"Nooooo," he whined, "...that's not right---please sleep with me---I don't want to be alone tonight."

The way he said it tugged at my heartstrings so I relented, and after he ate the sandwich I'd made for him, we retired for the night.

"Johnny," he said softly in the darkness of the bedroom, "...thank you---thank you so much for helping me!"

"You're welcome," I replied.

Then I felt his hands begin to stroke my belly and thighs. My body tensed, and I pushed his hands away.

"Benji," I said, "...this is not why I'm letting you stay here..."

He moved close to me until our bodies were touching. His hands were on me again.

"Johnny, pleeeeezz...I have no other way to pay you back---I want to do this for you---I NEED to do this for you...pleeeeeeeeezzz?"

Before I could respond, he lowered his face to my chest and kissed and licked my breasts and nipples. He massaged my chest and thighs. His teeth lightly took hold of a nipple and gently teased it to a hard point...he performed the same action on my other nipple. 

My prick was rising in my briefs; his hand caressing my thighs was careful to avoid my burgeoning erection until it was proudly stiff and straining against the fabric of my briefs. 

Instead of grasping my hard prick thru the material of the briefs, he tantalizingly slid his small hand beneath the elastic waistband, stroked my hairless pubic area and inner thighs until I was trembling with desire. He then boldly claimed hold of my cock and slowly stroked it.

My body had long since relaxed. I decided to let him have his way...if this is what he truly wanted---so be it...

"A little less pressure," I whispered. 

His hand immediately loosened its grip, and I sighed, "Ohhh, yes---that's perfect!"

He moved close until I felt his hot breath on my face. He kissed me...lightly at first. Our lips meshed together...he pushed his tongue against my own and we groaned into each others mouths...all the while his hot hand slowly stroked my throbbing erection.

I whimpered when he pulled his lips from mine. He was moving on the bed until his mouth claimed my nipples one more time. He bit them slightly harder this time---it hurt SOOO good.

He kissed his way down my body until his fingers clasped onto the waistband of my briefs and insistently pulled them down my legs. I lifted my hips to assist him.

He pushed my knees apart, and shifted his weight until he was kneeling between my wide-split legs. 

He wasted no time...he pushed my legs back and up and his hot mouth and lips found my ultra-sensitive nether region.

His tongue teased my anus and perineum...he blew hot kisses on my most private areas. He curled his tongue and licked at my opening until I groaned "Ohhhh-yessss" then pushed his tongue inside me. 

"OHHHHH-GODDDDD," I cried out. 

His tongue lapped at my inner walls. My prick jumped and lurched about; the sperm and semen in my balls screamed for release.

I now understood why men loved my tongue in their assholes. It is the most intimate caress of all...the ultimate gift one can bestow upon ones lover.

I moaned in disappointment when he slid his tongue from my asshole. He gently cupped my scrotum and his hot tongue lapped at my balls. To my pleasant surprise, his mouth inhaled my scrotum and he sucked both balls at once.

I was beside myself with lust. The pressure in my balls was excruciatingly wonderful. I was squirming and writhing so much he had to be careful not to nip my scrotum with his teeth. 

By the time he abandoned my balls, I was incessantly moaning "yesssssssssss..." and when his hot lips encircled my expanding cockhead, I thrust my hips upward filling his mouth with my throbbing prick...he took the entire length easily into his wet and warm mouth.

"OH-GOD-YES," I cried out.

He sensed my urgency and rapidly bobbed his head up-and-down my expanding cock...his hot tongue never leaving my flesh. It curled snake-like around my thin prick and seemed to pull at it with every upward movement of his head. I had never felt ANYTHING like this---it was marvelous, magical.

I was mindlessly thrusting away and hadn't noticed a subtle change in his sucking. Suddenly, a wet finger pressed my anus then slowly, but insistently pushed it inside me...that beautiful sensation sent me careening off the cliff.

"OH-GOD-OH-GOD-OH-GOD---YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

My body bucked and jumped but he was able to hold my exploding prick in his mouth and suck every drop of cum out of my abnormally swollen balls. 

I lay back moaning, stars dancing before my rolling eyes, totally in awe of this boy's talent and skill. Never before did I have to gasp and fight so hard for oxygen. He had literally sucked the air out of me and it was the most fantastic experience of my life.

When my senses finally returned, and my breathing was regular again, I noticed Benji was no longer near me. Then I heard it---the sound that had become a part of my daily routine---a sound so familiar it seemed almost normal. 

I rolled over to him, pushed his hand away from his hard prick, and stroked him until he cried out and I felt thick streams of sperm and semen on my hand and wrist.

I kissed his sweet lips, and said, "Good night, Benji."

"Thank you, Johnny," he said with such heart-felt sincerity it brought a glowing warmth to my heart.

It was morning---I think---my head groggy with sleep. Something wonderful was happening but I couldn't fully comprehend what was going on...it was vaguely familiar, but not at all something I ever experienced in the morning...Oh God, there it is again...yessssss...what is that?

My eyes popped open and there was Benji kneeling between my legs. My first instinct was to stop him---to tell him he needn't be doing this for me---that I should be doing this for him, but OH MY GOD it was just toooo goooood...

I watched his tousled, blonde curls as his head moved up-and-down my morning hard-on. He needs a haircut, I thought. No, I decided, as I relaxed and accepted his oral offering...he'll look even cuter with longer hair.

Daddy doesn't need to know about Benji, I decided...he may not approve.

That would be simple enough. Daddy always calls before he comes over. I could give Benji money for a movie, or shopping and he can disappear for a couple hours. 

Mr. Toole on the other hand, well, he would notice someone else was living in the apartment. Besides, even though I asked him to knock before he came inside, old habits die hard and he still sometimes entered just using his key.

When I introduced them, I watched Mr. Toole smack his lips and slowly look Benji up and down and saw the bulge form inside his jeans.

"Well, I always say two pretty mouths are better than one!" he said.

He misunderstood my intent, and began opening his jeans in front of the both of us.

"Uh, no, Mr. Toole," I quickly said. "I'm here for you, but, uh, Benji, well, he isn't part of the arrangement."

It was like I was talking to no one. Mr. Toole lowered his zipper then pushed the jeans and boxers down his legs showing us his long and slender erection.

Benji surprised me. He cooed and smiled then said in his best swishy voice, "Ooooo, it's SO beautiful---please let me taste it!" He dropped to his knees and immediately began licking Mr. Toole's hard cock. 

I looked at Mr. Toole and shrugged my shoulders. The look he gave me in return I interpreted to mean: Well, what are you waiting for? So I went to my knees besides Benji and we lathered his smooth flesh with our tongues. 

When pre-cum oozed from the slit, I gently nudged Benji out of the way and took Mr. Toole's swollen cockhead deep inside my mouth. I heard Benji whimper then change position until he was directly underneath Mr. Toole's swinging scrotum. Benji took both balls into his mouth, and judging by Mr. Tooles reaction, he was performing satisfactorily.

The added excitement caused Mr. Toole to climax earlier than usual. When the time came, Benji pushed me off the cock and greedily took it into his own mouth. Mr. Toole exploded and I watched Benji's adam-apple rise and fall every time he swallowed.

"Boys," said Mr. Toole as he fixed his clothes in place, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship!"

As always, my prick was hard as a rock inside my shorts,and I would have masturbated if Benji wasn't there. But sharp as the kid is, he saw my predicament, and after Mr. Toole left, extricated my erection and gave me a wonderful blow job. In short time, he was swallowing his second load of sperm and semen within a scant few minutes. I was going to perform the same service for him, but when I pressed my hand to his crotch I discovered his prick was soft. 

He pushed my hand away saying "No-no, you don't have to do that---I'm here for YOU, Johnny!"

From then on, I took note of Benji's 'little problem'...whenever he sucked me, or we both did Mr. Toole, his prick never got hard. In fact, as far as I knew, the first night we were together was the only time he'd had an erection with me. It didn't seem to bother him, but I was becoming concerned.

Twice Daddy came to the apartment, and both times I sent Benji to a movie. On Friday however, when Daddy called and said he could spend the entire afternoon with me, Benji was adamant he wanted to stay and watch.

"I'll hide in the bedroom closet," he said, "I won't make a sound---you won't even know I'm here!"

"Benji, he's going to be here three or four hours, you can't stay in there that long!" I said.

"I can, Johnny, please---I'll be very quiet---please, Johnny---pleeeezzzz!"

There had already been a couple times when Benji wanted something and he pouted and whimpered until I consented. This was another of those times.

I was in the bathroom preparing myself; Benji was beside me watching everything I did. When I dipped the tube in oil and bent over to lube my pussy, he insisted on helping me. 

"Ooooooo...this is SO sexy!" he cooed in falsetto. "He's a very lucky man!"

And when I showed him the pink panties for the first time, he giggled and became animated.

"OH MY GOD, JOHNNY---they're precious---I am SO jealous---will you get me panties, too, Johnny? I'd LOVE to wear panties for you!" he said with wide-eyed wonderment.

"We'll see, " I said.

The a/c in the bedroom worked fairly well, but the closet was hot and stuffy. I suggested he strip to his briefs to stay cooler. He readily agreed. 

We sat side-by-side on the sofa...him in his string, bikini briefs, and me in my panties. What a sight we must have made!

There were three sharp raps on the front door and Benji scrambled to his hiding place while I opened the door for Daddy. 

As always, a wide smile came to his handsome face when he saw my attire. He was carrying a small, metal box. 

"Sugar, you are gorgeous!" he said, and when he closed the door he took me in his arms, and held me close to him. We kissed. Our tongues probing each others mouths.

I gently massaged the front of his slacks and he instantly hardened.

"Sugar, I've been looking forward to this for two days! I'm so sorry I can't spend as much time with you as you deserve...maybe this afternoon will help make it up to you." 

He det the metal box on the coffee table and I took his hand and guided him to the bedroom. I snuck a glance at the folding closet door; it was cracked enough for Benji to see out, but I couldn't see him. My prick became hard inside the panties at the thought he was going to be watching EVERYTHING we did in the bedroom the next few hours.

I undressed Daddy, pushed him until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, then went to my knees to satisfy him with my mouth. It was our routine. 

Actually, my motives were rather selfish. I would make him cum quickly in my mouth, then get him hard again so he would last a long time while he fucked my pussy. It had been a long time since I'd felt his magnificent cock inside me.

Daddy climaxed within five-minutes and was still gasping for air when I pushed his legs back and my mouth found his anus. My cum-slicked tongue slid easily thru his puckered rose, and I tongued the walls of his asshole.

A couple minutes went by until I heard his moaning, and his penis became semi-erect.

"OHHHH..." he groaned. "You're such a dirty boy...have you been naughty, you dirty boy?"

I immediately knew the game he wanted to play.

"Yes, Daddy," I replied. "I've been a very naughty boy---I'm sorry, Daddy!"

"Sorry won't cut it, boy---you need to learn a lesson!"

"No, Daddy---please don't spank me---I'll be better, I promise!" I played along.

"You know my rules, boy---get up here and lay across my lap!"

I snuffled and said, "Please, Daddy---I'll behave ---I promise...please don't spank me too hard, Daddy!"

"Spanking is SUPPOSED to be hard---how else will you learn your lesson, boy---now get up here---the madder you make me the worse it will be for you!"

I lay across his broad thighs; his strong hand stroked and pinched my buttocks thru the sheer material of the pink panties.

I heard the whooshing noise of his hand coming down then felt the SMACK!

SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK...something was different this time. He seemed serious about this...he spanked me so hard I truly believed I'd done something wrong.

SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK...

Tears welled in my eyes. I choked back a sob; I didn't want him to hear me crying. 

SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK...

The pain was getting unbearable. His hard cock pressing the flesh of my belly told me he was really into this---he was getting incredibly excited spanking me.

SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK...

I heard a noise...what IS that? I wondered. It was coming from the closet. I hoped Daddy didn't hear it.

SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK...

Tears began rolling down my cheeks. I was crying for real now...the fire burning my buttocks was unbelievably hot.

One final and brutal SMACK to my butt coincided with a muffled cry from the closet.

OH MY GOD---Benji had gotten so excited by the spanking he masturbated while watching it. I remembered the sight of his welt-filled buttocks the night we met. I had felt sorry for him---I figured someone was beating him...OH MY GOD---HE LOVES TO BE SPANKED...is this why his prick never gets hard? He needs a spanking to get aroused?

My thoughts and concerns were short-lived...Daddy forced me back on the bed, his fingers impatiently tugging my panties down---he too had become incredibly excited from the spanking. I helped him remove the panties so he wouldn't rip them.

He took my ankles, spread them wide, and pushed them over my head. His steel-hard cock found my entrance and in one brutal and forceful thrust he filled my pussy to the hilt.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS..." I cried out. OH GOD HIS COCK IS WONDERFUL!!

He fucked me hard like a caveman. I loved it! I locked my legs around his back and pulled myself upwards to meet his every thrust. His cock seemed to fill me like never before. 

We became rutting animals---our screams of joy did not sound human. Our grunts of exertion filled the bedroom. This was fucking at the most primitive level...we were mindless creatures concerned only with the pleasure that consumed our sweaty, writhing bodies.

His bulbous cockhead repeatedly banged my prostate. I couldn't hold back---my balls were cauldrons of boiling sperm and semen ready to erupt like Mount Vesuvius. 

"UNNNGGGHHHHHH..." he cried out and rammed into me with all his strength.

The sperm and semen shot out of my balls and my prick became a cannon firing volley-after-volley of cum into the air landing on my belly and thighs---his hot liquid filled my pussy---our bodies bucked and thrashed about wildly as we shouted our triumphs to the heavens.

Daddy collapsed on top of me. I threw my arms around his broad back and clung to him never wanting to let him go...we lay still, our hearts pounding, our lungs gasping for air. 

I waited for him to make the first move. In San Francisco, after our final fuck there, I said to him, "I love you"---he never responded...I didn't want to experience that hurt and awkwardness again.

I felt him stirring; he gazed into my eyes, gave me a kiss on the cheek then said, "

C'mon, let's go clean up, boy."

That was all he had to say? My heart sank...our relationship meant nothing more to him than his cumming in my mouth and pussy?




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 03



I'm such a fool!! How could I possibly believe a man like him could love a boy like me?

He rolled off me and stood beside the bed and wrapped himself in his robe. He walked out of the bedroom without waiting or even talking to me...that hurt more than the hard spanking he'd given me. 

I guess it's official, I thought...I am nothing but a fuck-toy to him...his 'afternoon delight'...I would have cried, but I had emotionally prepared myself for his callous behavior...I had suspected, and Mr. Toole had confirmed, I was simply one more 'kept boy' for his entertainment in a long list of 'kept boys'...grow-up, John---did you honestly believe a successful businessman from Houston, Texas was going to fall madly in love with you? Get real...

I made sure Daddy was well out of the room before I peeked into the closet to check on Benji. 

He was lying so still I thought there was something wrong, but when I saw his rising and falling chest I breathed a sigh of relief, and then I smiled...Benji was sleeping on his back, his bikini briefs around his knees, and his spent penis still in his hand---a sizable pool of drying cum on his belly...it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen!

Daddy, or Earl from Houston (I wasn't sure how to feel about him anymore) was on the sofa, he opened the metal box on the coffee table.

"Sugar," he said when I entered the room, "...after you clean yourself up, come over here...I have some things I want to go over with you."

"Uh, yes, Sir---UH-Daddy," I replied. I was going to call him 'Sir' because I didn't think 'Daddy' was appropriate any longer, but thought better of it...he was paying the bills, after all.

I sat on the toilet seat and unclenched my sphincter. The fluids that hadn't run down my legs now gushed into the bowl. Whatever our relationship had become, I still excited him enough for him to fill my pussy full of cum.

I sat beside him on the sofa. He began a rambling monologue about the papers spread out on the coffee table.

"Sugar, I need your help," he said, "...my investigator tells me my wife is going to start divorce proceedings any day now...as things stand right now---I'd be ruined! I can't let that happen...my money people have set-up several accounts not in my name---that's where you come in...they've transferred substantial amount of stocks from my portfolio into an account in your name...now while it would technically be in your name, you won't be able to access it..."

Oh, I get it now...he brought me here not only for sex, but also to hide money from his wife...less than an hour ago, my heart was warm with love...now it was cold as ice wondering only what I would get out of his scheme.

"...and I have some real estate holdings---one of them not far from you in California---that will also be signed into your name...now of course, like I said, you will not have any control over these accounts, but they will be in your name and my wife will never get to them...what do you think, Sugar? Will you do this for me?"

When I hesitated he quickly added, "And of course, Sugar, you will be handsomely rewarded!"

He shuffled some papers and said, "See this here? This is your new checking account, and you WILL have access to this---take a look at the amount, Sugar..."

Oh my goodness---fifty-thousand dollars! It wasn't a huge sum of money, but I could definitely live off it more than a year!

"Ohhh, that's very nice, Daddy," I cooed feigning appreciation all-the-while wondering what the going rate is for a broken heart.

He lined up the papers in front of me and gave me a pen.

"All I need is your John Hancock on these and we can put all this nasty business-stuff behind us."

As I signed them, my eyes scanned each document so I had some idea what they were, but made it appear to Daddy that I was just slow.

He placed the papers in the metal box, locked it with a key then shoved the key into his pocket. He then gave me a plastic card.

"This is your debit card, Sugar...get it activated and you can use it right away!"

"Oh, thank you, Daddy!" I said and put the card in the pocket of my robe.

I watched him open his robe. He said, "Now let's have some more fun, Sugar...why don't you get on your knees and give me that long blowjob you're so good at!"

It felt like a slap on the face but I eagerly said "Yes, Daddy!" and went to my usual position between his powerful thighs and kissed and licked his cock into a full erection.

When I wet my lips and slid them over his cockhead, memories of my night with Mr. Binnaka filled my mind.

"You are a whore!" he'd said to me. "SAY IT---TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!"

"Y-YES, I AM A WHORE, MATUSA---I AM YOUR WHITE WHORE!"

And after signing Daddy's papers, that is precisely how I felt about myself as I serviced his hard cock.

Before leaving, Daddy set the metal box on the floor beside me. "Why don't you store this in a safe place---maybe your bedroom closet!"

"Yes, Daddy," I obediently replied.

The moment Daddy closed the front door behind him, Benji came out of the bedroom. He found me still on my knees, stroking my hard-on thru the panties. Embarrassed, I released my prick and awkwardly rose to my feet. 

He immediately dove to his knees, massaged my prick thru the panties until I groaned, then took out my cock and gave me a wonderful blowjob. 

I watched his bobbing head for awhile before I gave in to him and closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure he was giving me.

I was definitely happy Benji was living here. I was no longer lonely, and, I didn't have to masturbate anymore.

After Benji gobbled down a couple mouthfuls of my cum, we went to the bathroom where he helped me gingerly peel off the panties from my bruised, purple buttocks. His eyes were wide; his breathing erratic. 

I squirmed with discomfort as he tenderly rubbed baby oil onto my ultra-sensitive flesh. I watched with amazement as his prick went from limp to full-blown erection. 

Oh my God, I thought, this boy has a serious problem...he seems to love abuse---whether it's his own, or someone else's pain---he loves it---how did he get so perverted?

And the moment I asked myself that question, I was overcome with shame at my naivety. How could I, of all people, condemn someone else for their kinky behavior?

Heck, I enjoy spanking too...maybe not to the degree of pain Daddy gave me, but I definitely love the feel of a strong man's big hand coming down hard on my cheeks...people HAVE fetishes...heck, I love the feel of panties on my skin...some men worship feet---some men love to be degraded---some men love to wear diapers---some men love for women to dress-up like French maids---HECK---one man had ME dress-up like a French maid...the list goes on...who am I to say which fetishes are acceptable or unacceptable?

I snatched the panties from his trembling hand and said "GET NAKED!"

He flinched in surprise, but quickly peeled off his briefs. 

"Face the wall and lean against it using your hands!" I ordered; he quickly obeyed. "Move your feet further back and wider apart!"

His hands supported his weight; the welts on his buttocks had healed, and the creamy white flesh of his butt was prominently displayed.

I stood close to his side, wrapped the panties around his erect prick, then raised my right hand and brought it down hard on his butt.

SMACK...then again---SMACK...the sound of my hand on his flesh echoed off the walls in the small room.

"Oooooo..." he cried out with every spank.

I vigorously moved the panties back-and-forth over his throbbing prick as I spanked his shapely little rear-end. My own cock sprang to life---I couldn't believe how excited I was from this show of dominance and force.

SMACK---SMACK---SMACK---SMACK...my hand hurt...how can men do this without hurting their hands?

"Ooooooooooooooooooo..." Benji moaned in delight.

I frigged him faster and harder...he thrust his hips forward with every spank...his squeals grew louder and longer...he fucked his prick into my panty-covered hand; his head began rolling from side-to-side...thankfully he was getting close...I stroked him as fast as I could...suddenly his back arched and he screamed, "OHHH---SIR----YES-YES-YES---THANK-YOU-SIR---YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

His body bucked and spasmed as I caught every drop of his discharge in the folds of the panties. My hand was wet from the cum-soaked panties.

When his body finally came to rest, I said sharply, "BAD BOY---YOU MADE A MESS OF YOUR PANTIES---YOU'RE GOING CLEAN THEM WITH YOUR TONGUE---OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" he first shivered then obeyed my command. I shoved the wet panties into his mouth and watched as he moved them around with his tongue.

My prick was hard and throbbing. I couldn't believe the excitement coursing thru my veins. 

"LOOK AT ME!" I shouted. His puppy-dog-eyes stared into mine. 

"You belong to me now," I said gently stroking his hair. "You are my bitch---you will do whatever I tell you or suffer the consequences...do you understand me BITCH?"

He frantically nodded his head in agreement; his wide-eyes showed a combination of fear, adulation and excitement. I realized immediately this is how he loved to be treated...he was a masochist by nature---born to be a 'bottom-bitch'---he wanted, no, NEEDED a man to control him!

I briefly wondered if I was up to the task. I am not that different from him...I was accustomed to obeying orders---not giving them...but then I felt his hand squeeze my hard cock and all I felt was power and lust. 

I spun him around and yelled, "BEND OVER, MY LITTLE BITCH---I'M GOING TO FUCK THAT TIGHT PUSSY OF YOURS!"

He moaned thru the panties in his mouth as he placed his hands on the toilet seat. I kicked his legs further apart, oiled my finger then thrust it into him. When I deemed him ready, I rubbed my swollen glans against his anus and the dear, sweet boy pushed back and swallowed my entire cock.

I understood why he was popular with men...he rolled his hips like a girl, fucking back on my cock in rhythm with my thrusts. A strange, all-pervasive lust fueled my burning desire to fuck this boy silly...this was totally new to me and I loved it!

I reached around and found his prick had already hardened again---my God what a little slut! I held his erection loosely in my hand. This spurred him on to fuck even harder so he could feel the friction of my hand on his pulsating prick. 

OH MY GOD---the walls of his asshole gripped and milked my pistoning cock; I'd done the same thing for men, but never knew what it felt like...absolutely wonderful!

My balls were swollen to twice their normal size---I fucked him like a madman desperately straining to cum in his tight cunt. 

I squeezed his cock hard, and he screamed into the panties in his mouth. He spewed his sperm and semen onto the toilet seat. His excitement made me thrust into him as far as I could and I bellowed like an ape when stream-after-stream of hot cum shot from my balls and filled his asshole to over-flowing.

I looked into the bathroom mirror as my cock gradually softened inside Benji's asshole. My heart pounded when at first I didn't recognize the reflection staring back at me, but I soon relaxed when I saw the bright and shiny blue-eyes, and recognized my smiling face, and thought, what a strange and wonderful world we live in...and my heart filled with an inner peace I had very seldom experienced in life.

The next morning, after Benji washed the breakfast dishes, and cleaned the kitchen, I took him shopping. I'd went online and found the nearest 'Peek-A-Boo' lingerie store. I loaded the new debit card in my wallet and we drove there in bright sunshine.

There were six customers and two sales clerks, all women, and heads turned our way when we walked into the store. I stopped, looked around, and saw the section for panties; Benji hesitated, and I had to nudge him in the right direction.

Timing is everything, they were having a sale, and we stood before a long table filled with sexy garments. Since I had no idea what size he would wear, I dove into the pile and pulled out a pair that appeared might fit him. 

Like a mother with a young son, I held them up in front of his crotch, and eyeballed the fit. 

Benji was almost hysterical with shame and embarrassment.

He pushed the panties away from him, and softly cried out, "Johnny, no, please---everyone is staring at us!"

I hadn't given it a second thought. I'd been in a lingerie store in San Francisco while other men were shopping without a fuss...oops---Houston is NOT San Francisco! 

And then I overheard what must have been the manager tell the other clerk: "Julie, please assist the queer-boys so we can get' em outta here!"

'Julie' came to us and the first words out of her mouth were: "So which one of you boys is the 'sissy'? Or are you both sissies?"

I was speechless. No sales clerk had ever spoken to me like that before.

She brazenly snatched the panties from my hand, held them in front of me, and said, "Too small for you" then held them in front of Benji and said, "Perfect" then looking at me she said, "He's a size four---you're a six!"

She searched the table and began separating sizes fours and sixes while Benji and I were frozen in place. She loudly said to me, "Here's a size six for you---very pretty" and to Benji "Oooo, look at this lacy little thing---you'd look cute in these!"

We clearly heard snickers of derision from the women in the store. My face was getting red with anger.

She suddenly stopped her flippant behavior, stared at us sternly, and said loud enough for all to hear, "I CAN'T HELP YOU BOYS UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHICH ONE OF YOU IS THE 'GIRL'!!"

I was seething inside but kept a calm exterior. This extreme rudeness from a sales clerk was new to me---this is the twenty-first century, for God's sake---I had no clue what I should do or say. 

I felt Benji tug at my arm and heard him say, ""Let's go---let's go!" but I couldn't move...I refused to allow 'Julie' the satisfaction of stripping away our dignity and humiliating us before the other customers.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I waved it in front of her face, and snapped a photo.

I loudly proclaimed: "I've recorded everything you said to us 'Julie'---Mr. Johanson at the Corporate office will find this very disturbing...he's received complaints about your rude treatment of customers and he sent us here as Secret Shoppers...good luck finding another job!"

Yes, it was childish and immature...but the expression of shock and fear on her face was priceless as we turned and exited the store before she could say anything.

When we were well away from the store, Benji excitedly exclaimed, "That was terrific, Johnny---I am so proud of you!"

The initial rush of adrenaline I'd felt was replaced with the shame and embarrassment of being treated like a 2nd class citizen...it was a stark reminder that there are still many people with closed minds, and hateful hearts...I decided to allow Benji to feel as though we had somehow won that battle...nothing would be gained by making him feel as sad and depressed as myself.

I had an idea. I remembered seeing a certain type of business on our drive to the mall. 

"Where are we going?" asked Benji when it became obvious we weren't going straight home.

"You'll see..." I replied.

I missed the turn and had to go around the block. When Benji saw the business he asked, "Are you sure 'we' want to go in there?"

There were a half-dozen cars parked near the entrance to 'Arnie's Adult Emporium'...I parked away from all the cars.

"Well," I replied, "...that sign says 'Everyone Welcome'---I assume that means us too!"

Benji followed me into the store. I heard a voice to our left say, "Boys, I need to see some id!"

He was a big and round man who looked friendly enough. He looked at mine and gave it back. He studied Benji's fake id and his lips curled into what appeared to be a smile. 

"What year were you born, son?" the clerk asked Benji.

It took Benji longer than it should have to come up with the answer. The clerk rolled his eyes at me and I sheepishly smiled at him.

He said to me good-naturedly, "You better coach your boy better than that!"

I just nodded in agreement, and he said to us, "Have fun, boys!"

We walked away from the counter then I stopped to look around. In my limited experience inside these places, I'd seen small lingerie sections with trashy underwear for men to buy for their women, or, for cross-dressers, too...but I didn't see one here. 

Disappointed, I turned to leave but another thought suddenly came to mind. I saw the section I wanted, and Benji obediently followed me. His eyes widened when he saw what I was looking at...paddles, belts, whips, and other items of discipline and punishment I didn't recognize. 

I figured, if this is what Benji likes, we might as well get something to save my hand from all the pain of spanking him.

"Look around," I said to him. "I'll buy you three things that you want me to use on you...make sure you can handle whatever you choose---I won't be spanking you with my hand anymore!"

He blushed and very softly said, "Ohhh---okay..."

I left him to shop alone while I browsed the aisles, not really looking for anything, just curious of all the toys and gadgets people use to 'get-off'...amazing really, hands and mouths and cocks and pussies aren't enough to satisfy a lot of people!

There was a huge section of dildos and vibrators and I chuckled to myself over the impossible monster-size of some of them. If someone used one of these things, I thought, their hole would be stretched wider than a tunnel!

Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks and stared at one of the fake cocks---a shiver of excitement raced-up my spine. My prick actually twitched and jumped inside my briefs.

OH MY GOD---IT'S 'THE TERMINATOR'...there before my eyes, were several dildos attached to suction cups, identical to the one Yoshi referred to as his "best friend." 

Memories of Mr. Binnaka having me use it that night in San Francisco caused my prick to swell to full erection. I instinctively reached down and squeezed myself then, aware I was in public, quickly removed my hand. 

There were five of them and I studied each one. I saw one that looked exactly like the one that had given me great pleasure that night, and with trembling hands, I reached for the package. 

I cannot describe the mixed feelings I had of great exhilaration battling inside me with embarrassment and shame over wanting this 'guilty pleasure.' 

Do you really need this, John? For one thing, when will you be able to use it in privacy? Benji is with you all day and all night---you're never alone! Don't you remember the humiliation of hearing Mr. Binnaka laugh at you while you fucked yourself silly with the fake cock?

And then my rational, logical voice took over: Well, you know, John, you do still have half the jar left of the green sex paste Yoshi gave you...it would be a shame to not use it and let it go to waste...and really, wouldn't Benji love this too? I mean, he loves a good fucking, and your little prick isn't enough to satisfy him---don't be so selfish---buy it for Benji!

Yes, human beings can pretty much rationalize any decision they choose to make.

I returned to Benji. He was holding a long and narrow paddle with circular holes drilled thru it; as well as what appeared to be a long stick which, when I read the label, was a bamboo cane. He was standing over a table staring thru glazed eyes at some very menacing-looking whips. 

I looked around and saw that no one was paying any attention to us so I let my hand go to his crotch. I knew what I'd find, and sure enough, his prick was hard as a rock inside his shorts.

I squeezed it and whispered in his ear, "You're a bad-bad boy who deserves a hard spanking when we get home!"




Kindness of Strangers Ch. 03



His legs buckled and he fell against me. I chuckled and held him upright. I was amazed at the intense sexual lust and desire he was experiencing from just handling the instruments of pain and punishment...then again, I was still hard from holding my new toy, too...oh well...

I must confess, when he chose the whip he wanted, a surge of adrenaline rushed thru my veins at the very thought of using it on his tender, white buttocks. It had a short handle, and the coarse strop was only two-inches wide, and three-feet long...but to me, it looked like it could do a whole lot of damage to a young boys butt. My prick oozed pre-cum and a small stain formed on the front of my jeans.

"C'mon, let's get out of here," I said thru labored breathing.

Near the counter, I saw a rack with batteries and immediately remembered Yoshi telling me 'The Terminator' used two AA batteries. I stopped and picked up a rather large pack of AA's for my new toy. 

When we placed our 'items' on the counter and the man used the scanner on them, I expected him to say something lewd and crude, but his only comment was "For boys your age, you're into some serious stuff!"

I used my debit card and when he put the receipt into one of the bags, the man said matter-of-factly, "If you boys ever want to party with a cuddly 'bear', give me a call!" and he placed his business card in the bag, as well.

I managed a weak smile and said, "Oh, uh, thanks" and we were out the door.

Once inside the car, Benji slid directly beside me and began stroking my thighs. I sighed and pushed his hand away...I was so sexually charged, I would have cum in my pants if I allowed him to continue.

But he wouldn't stop...I drove with my left hand while using my right to push his hands away from me.

"Cut it out!" I said.

"Ooooo, what's wrong---little fagboy going to squirt his puny load in his pants?" he taunted me.

"Stop it, Benji---I mean it!" I said louder. I knew what he was doing...he wanted a spanking when we got home and would do or say anything to make me mad.

"You don't want me to stop, you little faggot—-you're only sorry you're not wearing your sissy-panties---you LOVE cumming in your panties, don't you sissy-boy?"

"I'm warning you, Benji, stop this right now!" I said even louder. His game was succeeding, I found myself getting angrier, and hurt, with every snide comment.

"Or else what, sissyboy? Hell, you're not even a boy! That pathetic thing between your legs is smaller than a girl's clitoris---yes, that's it---you have a clitty just like girl's do---that's why you love wearing panties so much---you're a girl---not a boy!" 

My body was literally shaking as I parked the car. I couldn't see thru the blinding white rage; oh yes, I was going to give him what he wanted---when I was done with him he wouldn't be able to sit for a week!

"GET INSIDE!" I shouted at him when I shut-off the ignition. "TAKE THE BAGS AND FOLLOW ME, YOU CUNT!"

I refused to look at him as we went into the building and I opened our front door.

He laid the bags on the kitchen table and taunted me one final time.

"You can't do anything to me, sissy-girl...you're so weak all you can do is jerk-off into your sissy-panties!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO THE BEDROOM AND GET OUT OF THOSE CLOTHES!" I was livid; never before in my life had anger so completely overwhelmed me. "YOU'RE MY BITCH AND NOW YOU'RE GOING TO FIND OUT WHAT THAT MEANS!"

I tore at the bags searching for what I wanted. I found the paddle and waved it at him. His eyes widened; I didn't know him well enough to understand what the expression on his face meant.

I pushed him until he began walking to the bedroom. 

"GET NAKED, YOU CUNT!" I screamed at him.

We both stripped off our clothes and we both had throbbing cocks standing straight out from our bellies. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his hand until he stumbled and fell across my lap. I raised the paddle high and brought it crashing down on his buttocks. The sharp SMACK sent a pang of regret thru my heart...I allowed him to goad me into this, now I was unsure if I could finish it.

"Hahahahahaha," he laughed. "YOU CAN'T HURT ME, YOU SISSY---YOU'RE JUST A LITTLE FAG-GIRL WHO LOVES TO PRANCE AROUND IN PANTIES!!"

My anger won out over logic; I beat his ass mercilessly. I marveled at how sharp and clever the boy was...he barely knew me but had quickly figured out what taunts and insults would work on my ego. 

Heck, I didn't know myself how sensitive I was about my panty fetish. Yes, I do love wearing panties, but also yes, I get embarrassed and self-conscious whenever I think about it...and yes, I am sensitive about my small stature...I would die to have a seven-inch dick, but, Mother Nature hadn't been very kind to me.

I was so lost in thought I wasn't sure when his insults turned to cries for mercy. He was sobbing loudly, and when I saw the mass of purple flesh on his butt I felt shame that I was the cause of it. I immediately stopped and helped him to the floor. 

That's when I saw it—-the large pool of semen and sperm on the carpet---he'd had a massive orgasm sometime during the spanking and I hadn't noticed. 

"I'm sorry, Johnny," he whimpered thru the sobs. "I'll be a good boy---I promise!"

This game was new and very weird to me. I wasn't sure what I should do or say. I thought for a few seconds then said, "Damn right you're going to be a good boy! Look at the mess you made---lick it all up!"

"Yes, Johnny---I will, Johnny---thank you, Johnny!" he cried and buried his face in the carpet; I could hear the slurping noises he made while he cleaned his cum off the floor.

It was then I felt the pain in my balls. I had been so intent on punishing him, my own lust became secondary. The thrill of hearing his shrieks and cries outweighed my own need to climax. 

How very strange, I thought. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair and gently lifted his head.

"Now suck me off, my little bitch!" I sneered into his tear-streaked face.

"Y-Yes, Johnny---I'll suck it good for you---I promise!" he said.

The look of sheer love and satisfaction on his pretty face filled my heart with a warmth I hadn't experienced in a long while. I sat back as he gave me the best blowjob of my life, and eventually filled his mouth several times with such explosive force I collapsed onto my back when my balls were finally empty.

Benji had opened a closed door in my mind, and forced me to confront thoughts and emotions that I had hidden away, and I it was a good thing...after all, isn't life supposed to be a continuous journey of acquiring knowledge and insights into one's inner self so we can be open to life's endless possibilities for joy and fulfillment?

I was sitting on the computer chair, Benji beside me on one of the kitchen chairs (a pillow beneath his raw bottom) and we surfed several lingerie sites.

Most of the panties we looked at were of the small-medium-large-xlarge variety with no numbers for sizes. I decided to go to the 'Peek-a-Boo' site because the awful saleslady told us our sizes for their underwear.

I found the size 4's, and we stared at photo-after-photo of sexy panties as I slowly scrolled down the screen. When Benji saw something he liked he'd blurt out "Oooooo, look at those! Please-please-please..." and I'd add them to the shopping cart. When I saw panties I liked, I said, "Oh yes, you'll look pretty in those!" and would add them to the cart, as well. 

Not only panties, but several sheer and sexy babydoll nighties, and even a couple lacy garter belts and three pairs nylon stockings. By the time we reached the end, there were $410 worth of lingerie in the cart, and I had a throbbing hard-on. Benji giggled, squeezed my erection thru the briefs and said, "Okay---your turn---let's find some for you!"

I wasn't so sure...still feeling somewhat hurt and embarrassed by Benji's comments concerning my masculinity, I was reluctant to wear panties again, at least in front of him.

"Johnny..." he said, noticing my hesitation, "...I didn't mean those nasty things I said to you---I only wanted you to spank me harder...I'm really sorry if I hurt your feelings...you look sexy as hell in panties---I want to see you wearing more of them!" 

And this time, he snaked his hand under the waistband of the briefs and squeezed and slowly stroked my hard flesh.

I sighed and found the size 6's...I ordered red, black, white and yellow panties for myself, all sheer and diaphanous. At checkout, the total bill was almost 500-dollars...I wondered how women could afford to buy nice things?

The moment I shut-off the computer, Benji was in my arms. His dick was just as hard as mine, and he was running his hands all over my body.

"Oh, Johnny..." he said very softly, "...please fuck me---I need a hard cock inside me!"

I instantly thought of my new toy, 'The Terminator.' "Sweetie, I'm going to fuck you first...then you're going to meet your new best friend," I said pointing at the dildo on the kitchen table.

"Ooooooo-yessss---I get soooo horny after a spanking!" he squealed with delight. 

I peeled off my briefs and he immediately did the same. I took his cock in my hand and said, "C'mon, I'm going to get you ready!" and led him to the bathroom.

The sex paste Yoshi had given me was hidden away, I didn't want Benji, or anyone else, for that matter, to know about it until the time was right...I figured there was no better time than right now.

Benji's eyes narrowed suspiciously when I opened the jar, and dipped the lubricating tube into the paste.

"W-What is THAT stuff?" he asked nervously.

I gazed into his eyes, and said, "Sweetie, don't you worry your pretty little head about anything---you're going to have one helluva night!"

I kissed him before I had him bend over and open his cheeks for me.

"Ooooooo, that's cold!" he giggled when I pressed the tube to his anus.

He couldn't see my smile when I replied, "It won't be cold very long!"

I made sure the walls of his asshole were thoroughly coated with the paste before I removed the tube from him. I was about to clean the tube when I thought, I may as well give him the TOTAL experience!

I rolled the tube in the paste for a very light coating, then encircled two fingers around his scrotum and rubbed the paste onto his balls. 

He didn't know it, but he was about to get the fucking of his lifetime...I felt a brief twinge of jealousy but reassured myself---your night is coming very soon, John!

"I feel all squishy back there!" he complained as I took the dildo from the table, along with two AA batteries and led him to the bedroom.

Never having positioned the suction cup on a wall before, I had him get on all fours in the narrow space between the bed and the window to assist me in lining it up with his hole. After a couple of tries, I found just the right spot on the wall and the suction cup held the fake cock firmly in place.

I inserted the batteries, and found the small button and switched it on...all that remained was to let it heat up.

I noticed Benji beginning to squirm and move his hips.

"OH MY GOD, JOHNNY---MY HOLE IS BURNING UP---IS IT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS HOT?" he frantically cried out.

I smiled, took him in my arms and kissed his warm lips.

"Yes, Sweetie---everything will be alright," I reassured him.

And then his whole attitude and demeanor abruptly changed. He began moaning; he grabbed at my hard cock and pleaded with me to fuck him.

"Oh-God-Johnny---oh-God-Johnny---give it to me, Johnny---please give me your cock!" I saw nothing but pure lust and need on his contorted face. 

First, I had him stand and wait until I spread a blanket on the floor followed by a pillow. I remembered the night in San Francisco when Mr. Binnaka had me fuck myself silly; I had been grateful for the blanket and pillow afterwards.

Originally, I had every intention on fucking him, but watching his reaction to the paste, and not knowing what would happen to my own cock when it came in contact with the paste, I decided to have him suck me instead.

I guided him again on all fours and had him scrunch backwards, legs spread obscenely, until the head of the fake cock was against his opening. I didn't have to do or say anything, he thrust his hips violently backwards until he was fully impaled on 'The Terminator.'

I knelt before him, held his head still and pushed my hard prick between his slightly parted lips. He opened his mouth and proceeded to give me another fantastic sucking as he vigorously fucked back-and-forth on the wonderfully, hot fake cock. 

It wasn't long before his vacuum-like mouth sucked the cum out of my balls. I shouted so loud it even surprised me. 

OH MY GOD--THAT WAS FANTASTIC!!

I withdrew my now-soft prick and wiped the excess sperm and semen on his upper lip and nostrils; I wanted him smelling my cum increasing his own mad desire.

I patted his head and said, "Good boy, that was wonderful!" and rose to leave the bedroom.

"W-Where are you going? You can't leave me like this..." he asked with panic in his voice.

"Sweetie, you don't need me---you'll be just fine...trust me, you're going to thank me later on!" I said with a smile on my face. 

He was out of his mind now with the desperate need to climax, but I knew from experience, the paste would prevent his balls from erupting any time soon, and when he finally was able to climax, it would be the most mind-numbing, explosive climax of his young life---I both envied and pitied the boy as I watched him brutally fuck the dildo, straining with all his might to empty his balls. 

His grunts, groans, shouts and appeals to God to make him cum filled the bedroom. I stood at the door and watched his sweat-glistened body move in the throes of sexual lust and desire. 

I flipped off the light, left the door open a crack so I could hear him in the living room then allowed him the privacy to act like an unhinged animal. 

My last thought was a selfish one...I wondered when would be a good time for me to take his place and experience again what he was going through now.

I was naked, sitting on the toilet, releasing the last remnants of Daddy's orgasm into the bowl. He was standing nearby, staring into the mirror as he tied his tie. 

I was light-headed in the afterglow of orgasm. God how I love it when his strong hands control me, and force me to bend over then he fucks me long and hard! He said something I didn't quite hear and replied, "I'm sorry, Daddy, what did you say?"

He cleared his throat and said, "I spoke with Mr. Binnaka yesterday---he misses you---he wants you to spend a week or so in Tokyo."

HUH? WHAT? My mind suddenly cleared---a shiver raced up my spine.

"If you say 'yes' he'll buy you a plane ticket!" said Daddy. "Do you have a passport?"

"Uh, yes I do..." I answered. "Where, uh, where would I be staying---a hotel?"

"No...he said something about you staying with his boy---the one he brought to San Francisco..."

"Yoshi," I said breathlessly as my heart began pounding.

"You don't have to go..." he said then carefully added, "...but it would sure help my business with him."

I blurted out, "NO...I mean 'yes', I'll go...if it helps you out, Daddy, I'd love to do it for you."

He smiled down at me, patted my head and said, "Good boy---I knew I could count on you...I'll call him when I get to the office...since you have a passport, hell, he wants you over there bad----you might be leaving in a few days!"

"Oh---great!" I replied enthusiastically.

"Alright, I'll arrange everything," he said and turned to leave then stopped, and said, "Sugar..."

"Yes, Daddy?" I replied. I saw his furrowed brow.

"Your landlord tells me you have a boy staying here with you, is that true?" he asked.

I blushed at the surprise question. I wasn't sure what to say...I decided to tell the truth, and find out what he thought of my living arrangement with Benji.

"Yes, Daddy---he had a problem and no place to stay so I said he could live here for awhile...is that all right, Daddy?"

He patted my head again and said, "You're an honest boy," then he added: "I'd like to meet him---I'll be here tomorrow at one o'clock" and he abruptly turned and left the apartment.

HUH? What just happened here? Did he just 'order' me to introduce him to Benji?

Benji and I usually wore only briefs while in the apartment, but I wasn't sure of Daddy's intentions. I had Benji pull on his short-shorts and a tee-shirt and I wore mine, too. 

We were both nervous but for different reasons: I had no idea what Daddy had in mind, and Benji had never met a powerful and important man...we both flinched when we heard the sharp rapping on the front door.

I answered the door and was greeted with a simple nod of his head. I thought it rather cold on his part.

As I led him into the living room, I saw his eyes open wide as he saw Benji standing there...I had to admit, Benji looked as cute as a puppy-dog but when I saw a smile form on Daddy's face my heart sank---I instinctively knew by Daddy's reaction---the unmitigated expression of lust and desire on his transparent face---that he was totally infatuated with the boy. 

Benji offered a limp hand and said rather faggoty, "I'm Benji---it's an honor to meet you Daddy!"

My ears burned---I couldn't believe he'd called him 'Daddy'!

Daddy took his hand and held it while saying, "It's a pleasure meeting YOU, Sugar!"

I wanted to shout "I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE, GUYS!!" but stood still---somewhat overwhelmed and heartbroken that Daddy had called Benji by his pet name for me---'Sugar'.

Daddy held Benji's hand longer than I thought necessary, and when he finally released it, I saw the tell-tale bulge in Daddy's slacks. I didn't know if I should be angry or hurt or humiliated...I told myself this was a good thing---that Daddy had been different ever since I arrived in Houston...the affection he'd shown me in San Francisco had disappeared, and now I was nothing but his fuck-toy...but the feelings in your heart always wins out over the logic in your head...I took a deep breath trying to shut out the overpowering sadness that had a stranglehold on my entire being.

"Your plane to Tokyo leaves at 10am Thursday," Daddy suddenly said to me as though I were an afterthought. 

I don't know why, but I was stunned by the way he'd said it and all I could manage was "Oh—-okay."

Daddy sat on the sofa, smiled at us then asked, "So which one of you is the 'girl' in this relationship?"

It felt like the hardest slap to my face I'd ever experienced. I instantly remembered the saleslady at the lingerie asking us the same question. I'd never felt so insulted in my life.

I heard Benji giggle and watched in disbelief as he gleefully pointed to himself and squealed with delight, "ME--ME--ME---THAT WOULD BE ME, DADDY!!"

If I hadn't already known how immature Benji was, I would have been mad at him, too.

"You know boys, I don't have to be back at work today---how about us having some fun?" he said. 

His words were for both Benji and myself, but he stared only at Benji every time he spoke. 

Before I could respond, Benji shrieked "Ooooo, Daddy---yes, Daddy, I luvvvv to have fun!"

"Why don't you boys get all huggy-kissy and put on a good show for Daddy!" he said. There was no doubt this was a command and not a request.

My anger rose---my blood began to boil. The emotional intimacy I had shared with him in San Francisco was gone. I couldn't believe I had told this man I loved him. I'm such a fool---when will I ever learn? 

"Yes, Daddy!" squealed Benji and he immediately threw his arms around me, pulled me to him and kissed my lips. I was too stunned to do or say anything but kiss Benji back.

I was caught between obeying the man who was paying all the bills, or risk losing everything if I defied him. As far as I knew, he could cut me off from the bank account he'd set up for me, and I'd be penniless and out on the streets. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath then kissed Benji hard.