3 comments/ 24354 views/ 8 favorites Richard and Johnny Ch. 01 By: bjmichaels "Johnny, I know you're embarrassed and confused by your feelings, but all I'm asking is for you to do for me what you did for a complete stranger...I'm going to turn off the lamp—sometimes it's easier to find courage in the dark," he said then reached over and flipped off the only light in the room. He put his arm around me and stroked my shoulders. His other hand massaged my breasts and gently rolled my nipples in his fingers. A shiver ran up and down my spine; my nipples became erect and my penis twitched inside my cotton briefs. I felt his hot breath in my ear; he kissed my neck, his lips trailed upwards to my cheek, his hand suddenly tilted my head towards his and his warm lips pressed against mine. It was my first kiss with a man—I liked it. His lips were soft and I kissed him back. I was filled with nervous uncertainty. Being with a man this way went against my upbringing and beliefs. My mind was telling me this was wrong—that this was unnatural—that I should jump up from the couch and get out of the house as fast as possible, but my body enjoyed his attention—I loved having his strong hands caressing me, and I especially liked his hot lips kissing mine. Richard and I had met five days earlier at the pool for my apartment complex. He was thirty years older than me but he kept himself in great shape. With his dark tan, chiseled chest and his thick mane of silvery hair he looked like a distinguished and successful man. I watched him swim—he was graceful yet had a powerful stroke and his muscles rippled in the water. I found myself oddly attracted to him. When he climbed out of the pool he dried himself then sat in the chair beside mine. My heart began beating faster—a thin film of perspiration covered my skin. I didn't know why I was reacting like that. "Hi—you're new here—my name is Richard," he said as he flashed me a big smile. "Oh...ah, hi..." I stammered, surprised that such an important looking man would introduce himself to me. "I'm John." We shook hands—my hand was very small inside his. He made small talk that put me at ease. He drew me out. I explained I'd moved to Florida a few days ago and was now looking for work. I found myself talking more than I normally would with someone I just met. He seemed very charming and sincere. "Why did you leave your hometown?" He asked. "You're an intelligent boy, and if you don't mind me saying—you're very good-looking, too—you must have left a lot of disappointed girls back there." My face flushed a deep red. I didn't know how to answer his question. He quickly changed the subject and we talked for over an hour before he said he had to leave. He asked for, and I gave him my cell phone number. For the first time I felt relaxed and contented in my new city. He called me the next day and asked if I wanted to have dinner with him. "Sure," I said and he gave me directions to his house. At ten-minutes to five I walked to his house. It was through some bushes about a hundred feet from the swimming pool. It was a small, neat-looking house and I knocked on the door of the screen-in back porch. He seemed genuinely happy to see me and invited me inside for a glass of wine before we went to dinner. We settled on his couch and our conversation flowed smoothly—it was very easy for me to talk with him. We had dinner at an expensive steakhouse. More wine, a fabulous meal, and interesting conversation. Afterwards he drove me home; we arranged to meet the following night. We had dinner at a seafood restaurant next to The Bay. Another great meal; we went to a movie then we stopped at a local bar near where we lived and had a couple drinks before he took me home. I always offered to help pay for everything but he politely refused my money. He would say, "Johnny, this was my idea so it's only right that I pay for both of us." Actually, I was relieved—I didn't have much cash and I hadn't had any luck yet finding a job. The next night he took me to an Italian restaurant; another fine meal with three bottles of wine. I was feeling the wine when we left. We stopped at another bar I'd never been to and went inside. It was so dark inside it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust and focus. He led me to a small booth and a male server took our drink order. The server was dressed in skimpy gym shorts, like mine, and a cut-off tee shirt. It surprised me. I looked around the club and noticed there weren't any women there. "Yes," Richard said, "this is a gay bar—I hope you don't mind." I blushed and said, "No-no—this is fine." At some point in our conversation the subject turned to sex. He wondered how many girls I'd been with. I told him I'd had two long-term girlfriends, but we eventually broke-up. Then he asked, "Have you ever been intimate with a man or boy?" My face turned scarlet once again as I stuttered; I averted my eyes from his stare, "No-no-no—I wouldn't do that." He changed the subject and we had two more drinks before we left the club. On the drive home it was dark inside the car and I heard him say: "Johnny, I'm very disappointed in you—I know you lied to me in the club—I've gotten to know you quite well and I could tell by your eyes that you lied to me...if you don't want to talk about it—that's fine—just say so, but please don't lie to me, okay?" The memory of that night filled my head and the shame I felt engulfed me. How did he know? I wondered. "Richard, I'm sorry...I don't know what to say..." "All you need to say is, yes—I've been intimate with a man but I don't wish to talk about it—or, you can explain to me what happened—you might feel better after talking about it—I'm sure you've never told anyone else." He was right, I never mentioned that night to anyone. How could I? No one back home would understand. It was a secret I thought I'd never tell anyone. I thought about Richard and how he listened to me and was never judgmental. He never criticized my actions or thoughts. I decided I could tell him what happened—I felt better about it immediately. "There's a park back home where men would go to meet other men—you know what I mean," I began, "...I got drunk after work one night and on the way home I thought about going there...my girlfriend had dumped me and I felt lonely...the sex with her hadn't been very good and I started to wonder about my masculinity...I'd never really been attracted to guys, but girls didn't seem to do it for me, either...I found myself parking the car at the park and I got out and looked around...I didn't know how these things worked—I mean, what was I supposed to do? Go into the park and wait for someone to approach me? I didn't know...I saw a walking path around a small pond, on the other side of the pond was a building—I guessed it to be the rest rooms...I was getting nervous but I felt as though I had to go through with this...I started walking on the path—slowly...I didn't see anyone anywhere...it was dark, but there were light poles that let me follow the path...out of nowhere—I mean I never saw him until he was standing next to me—was a guy a few years older than me...he didn't look too bad and when he asked if I wanted to walk with him I said "Yes"...now my heart was really pounding hard...after a few seconds he said he had an apartment across the street—would I like to go there and have a beer with him? "Sure," I said..." I paused and swallowed; my mouth was getting dry. "Well, we got to his place and he gave me a beer...we sat on his couch not saying anything...finally he asks, "Do you want to play strip poker?" That surprised me—I mean, we both knew why we were there—if he'd just asked me to undress I would have, but, no, we had to go through with this silly charade...anyway, we were both down to our briefs and I lost the next game...he smiled at me and reached over and helped me take off my briefs...then we stood and hugged—he kissed me on the forehead—we hugged again-- then he stripped off his own briefs...his cock was hard—it was the first hard cock outside of my own that I'd ever seen...I waited for him to tell me to touch it, or do something with it but he didn't...he lit up a joint and handed it to me...I'd smoked grass twice in my life and didn't much care for it but I accepted it from him and took a deep drag...he took a drag then gave it back to me...I smoked most of the joint myself...the stuff hit me hard—I was suddenly high as a kite...he led me to the bathroom...he put lubricant on his finger and had me spread my legs...at first his finger felt like a foreign invasion—I didn't like it at all...I clenched my sphincter and he kept telling me to "Relax"...I finally relaxed and his finger entered me all the way...I felt the lube in my hole...he began to finger-fuck my hole...my own cock became hard—he liked that—he laughed...he removed his finger and washed it then he led me to the end of his bed...he had me get onto my hands and knees at the edge of the bed—he stood directly behind me...I spread my legs wider apart for him..." I paused telling the story again—this is where my sense of disbelief really begins...I was actually going to let a stranger fuck me in the ass. "Well," I continued, "...I felt him press his cock against my opening—it felt huge—I didn't think he'd be able to get it inside me...he was gentle but persistent—he kept pushing his hips until his cock popped through my anus—I felt more discomfort than pain...I think he had the entire head inside me when I panicked—I suddenly felt full back there—I felt like I needed to take a giant crap—my sphincter fought him—he told me to "Relax" but I couldn't...I told him I couldn't go through with it—would he please stop...I think he groaned with disappointment but he did take it out of me...he sat on the couch with a towel wrapped around his hard-on...I climbed off the bed—he says, "Are you going to leave me like this?" He pointed to his erection...I felt bad for him—I didn't want to be a cock-tease so I sat next to him, pushed his hand away and took hold of his cock through the towel...I started stroking him...I threw the towel on the floor and felt another guy's cock for the first time—I liked it—it was smooth and soft and hard at the same time...I stared at it while I jerked him off...this is the hardest part of the story for me—I was actually waiting for him to tell me to take it in my mouth—I was hoping he'd tell me to suck it—I would have done it, too, but he never said a word...I stroked his cock faster and he began to moan...I had his cock in my hand and watched my movements but it was like I was watching from afar—I wasn't masturbating a strange man—someone else was doing it...his hips began moving with my hand...he cried out and I watched the cum shoot out of his cock—it was fascinating...I couldn't tear my eyes off the white creamy fluid spewing into the air with much of it landing on my hand...he pushed my hand away and his cock went soft...my own cock was hard as a rock but all he said was, "Thanks—it's late—you should leave"...I got dressed and got out of there...when I got home I masturbated to the memory of what had happened—it was the most explosive orgasm I'd ever had..." We sat in silence--we were almost at my apartment building. "Interesting story—I want to thank you for your honesty," Richard finally said. Before I got out of the car he asked me: "Do you want to play golf tomorrow? I belong to a private club--I think you'll enjoy it." "I'd love to," I said, "I've only played public courses." "We'll have fun," he said. "I'll pick you up at eight and we can have some breakfast first, okay?" "Great," I said. I had trouble falling asleep. The image of 'that night' came back and I masturbated. When I finished I fell into a deep and satisfying sleep. Richard was a good golfer—he beat me by eight shots. Afterwards, we loaded the clubs into his car then went into the lounge for a drink. We had two glasses of wine then he announced "It's time to hit the showers." I felt a little funny about it but I went along and we stripped in the Men's Locker Room. When he saw my string, bikini briefs he smiled and said "Cute". I blushed. We wrapped towels around us and went into the showers. He stood under the showerhead beside mine. I went about my business feeling his eyes on me. It didn't bother me in the least. I even felt flattered that he was 'checking me out'. I was almost done when he said, "Johnny, look at this." His eyes were looking down so I looked down, too. His cock was hard and he was slowly stroking it. I guessed it to be six-inches long. It looked beautiful. I probably stared at it longer than I should have. We returned to the lounge afterwards. We had three more glasses of wine and talked the whole time. It was fun and relaxing; he never said anything about my story. He suggested we get some fast-food burgers and go to his place. I said it was a good idea. It was an especially hot and humid day and when we went into his house the heat was stifling. He switched-on the air conditioning but he said it would take a long time to cool down the house. "Usually, when it's like this I sit around the house in my boxers, do you mind?" he asked. "No—not at all," I answered. I watched him undress to his shorts. I had to admit he had a marvelous body. He saw me looking at him and smiled. "You know, you might want to do the same—I've already seen your little briefs anyway." I smiled and nodded and stripped to my underwear. We sat at the dining room table and ate our food and drank more wine. "Pretty classy, huh?" he said, "...sitting in our underwear eating burgers and drinking red wine—we really know how to live." I laughed. We finished the food and moved to the couch. It was getting dark so he turned on a lamp. He moved next to me—our legs touching. He casually put his arm around me. He pulled me closer to him. I saw the bulge in his boxers. I pictured his hard cock from the shower room. My own penis became semi-erect. We gazed into each others' eyes then he said: "Johnny, will you do something for me?" "Sure--what is it?" I asked. "I want to feel your hand on my penis—I want you to masturbate me," he said. I hesitated. This is where the story began. He turned-off the lamp and took me in his arms and we kissed. I was unsure if I should even be here much less agree to go through with his request. It was pitch-black inside the house and he released me and I felt him move on the couch. Suddenly I felt his hands tugging at my briefs--it was my moment of truth. This was the point of no return. If I allowed this to happen there would be no turning back. The desire and excitement I felt caused my cock to become fully erect. My cock throbbed inside my briefs. My cock had made the decision for me—I lifted my hips and let him strip off my briefs. He took my hand and ran it over his cock and balls—it sent a jolt of electricity shooting throughout my body. I took hold of it and slowly stroked it—he groaned. Suddenly, his hand found my erection and squeezed it—I moaned with intense pleasure. I sat naked next to a grown man and we were playing with each others' cocks and I didn't feel any guilt or shame. This might have been the happiest moment of my life. We kissed and our tongues explored each others' mouths. I followed his motions—I stroked his cock with the same pressure and speed. When his hand went faster—my hand went faster—when he smeared my pre-cum over my cockhead I smeared his pre-cum over his cockhead. Our breathing became labored--our kisses more passionate--our hands moved faster and faster. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have his cock in my hand. His groans of pleasure made me want to desperately please him. We were both getting close. We cried out at the same time. Our hips and bellies jerked and spasmed as our cum shot out of our balls and up through our cocks. His hot cum flew into the air and fell and covered my still-stroking hand. We pumped each other dry. I found his mouth and kissed him hard and long. He kissed me back. He pressed my cum-soaked hand to my mouth. I didn't hesitate--I tasted his creamy fluid. It was delicious. I cleaned all his cum off my hand. When our breathing returned to normal he switched-on the light; we sat and smiled at each other. Our bellies and thighs were covered in cum. He stood and took my hand. We walked hand-in-hand to the bathroom to clean ourselves. I gazed adoringly at Richard the whole way. He had a huge smile on his face. I understood why I moved a thousand miles from home. I finally accepted who I was and it thrilled me beyond belief. Richard and Johnny Ch. 01 Richard and Johnny Ch. 02 We stood naked before a large mirror in his bathroom. I studied my reflection while Richard ran hot water over a washcloth. Moments earlier we had given each other handjobs as we sat on his living room couch. I had willingly stroked a man's erection and allowed him to do the same for me. I didn't appear any different in the mirror but I knew I had suddenly changed. The feel of his hand caressing my private parts had been wonderful, but mostly I thought of the heat and firmness of his hard cock in my own hand. Richard ran the washcloth over my belly and thighs then cleaned my cock and balls. It didn't bother me at all that I was allowing a man free access to my crotch. He rinsed the washcloth then gave it to me. I performed the same service for him. A thrill ran up and down my spine when his penis became semi-erect in my hands. I was amazed at his recuperative powers. And, I was flattered by his response to my touches. I must be queer if I enjoy giving a man a hard-on, I thought to myself. We walked hand-in-hand back to the living room. Richard slipped into his boxers while I pulled up my little string bikini briefs. He went and poured two glasses of wine then returned to me. We sat close together on the couch. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," he said softly. "Maybe more...." I answered. There was a nagging question on my mind that I felt that if I asked it, the answer could very well change my life. I took a large swallow of wine then turned and faced Richard. "Where do we go from here?" I asked my voice barely above a whisper. "That is entirely up to you," he answered, "...but first, I want you to tell me why you moved here—why did you leave your home and move a thousand miles to a city where you have no family—and as far as I know—I am your only friend here. What was so important that you risked changing everything in your life? What were you hoping to find here?" I took another gulp of wine then said: "I don't know why I moved here—all I know is I needed to make a change in my life...I wasn't happy back there—something was missing." "It occurred to you that you might be gay, and you were too embarrassed or ashamed to explore that possibility living near your family and friends?" he asked. "I don't know—maybe..." I answered. There was silence while we sipped our wine then I finally said: "All I know is I'm happy when I'm with you—I have a good time with you—I really like you—I like you a lot...." my voice trailed off. He looked into my eyes and asked: "What do you want to do about that? What do you want to do about 'us'?" I took a deep breath and softly replied, "I guess...I want you to teach me—I want you to show me how...." "You want me to 'teach' you how to be gay?" he asked. My face turned red. "I, ah...yes, I think so...." His face softened with a slight smile across his lips. "That's not something I can 'teach' you—you either prefer the company of men or you don't—you'd rather have sex with men or you don't...if you decide that you want to have sex with men more than women—yes, I can teach you that—I can definitely teach you how to sexually satisfy a man, but first you have to know who you are." "What do you mean?" I asked. "In the gay world there are generally two types of guys—there are 'tops' and there are 'bottoms'—have you heard those words before?" "Yes, I've heard about that," I answered. "So what do those words mean?" he asked. He wasn't going to make this easy for me, I thought. "Well, ah...I think it means the 'bottom' submits to the 'top'...." "Submits? How does he 'submit' to the 'top'?" My face was beet red now but I was determined to answer his question. "The 'bottom' gets more pleasure from, ah...'servicing' the 'top' than being the one who is 'serviced'...." "Johnny, I'm not trying to intentionally embarrass you, but if you decide this is what you want—you have to know and understand what you're getting yourself into...are you saying you want to be my 'boy'—are you telling me you want me to teach you how to sexually satisfy my penis with your hands—your mouth—and your bottom? Is this what you want?" I took another deep breath then said "Yes—this is what I want—I want to be your 'boy'...." I was visibly trembling. He put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. I loved the warmth coming from his body. "You've made me a very, very happy man, Johnny...since the day we met I've wanted you—I wanted to hold and caress you—I wanted to kiss you and feel your hands and lips on my body--I hoped and prayed you would want to be my 'boy'—I am so attracted to you—I have to tell you one thing though..." "Sure, Richard," I said, "...what is it?" "If you decide you want to be my 'boy'—I will expect and demand total obedience from you—you will perform whatever task or duty I demand without question—you will learn how to sexually satisfy me—wherever and whenever I ask...in return, I will provide you with comfort, safety, security and most importantly—love...we could have a very nice life together...now—Johnny, do you want to be my 'boy'?" Tears of happiness welled in my eyes. I threw my arms around him and gazed into his beautiful eyes. "Yes, Richard, I want to be your 'boy'—please let me be your 'boy'...." We kissed and hugged. Our lips melded into one. I'd never been happier in my life. "Take off your shorts and sit on my lap," he ordered. "Yes, Richard," I obeyed. I was naked sitting on his lap. We kissed--his lips were warm and soft. Our kisses were passionate—unhurried. "Reach inside my shorts and caress me," he said. "Yes, Richard." My small hand slid inside the waistband and found his hard cock. I ran my hand up and down his cock and balls. My own penis became hard and Richard squeezed it then released it. We smiled at one another. "Your own pleasure is up to me—from now on I will decide when you can orgasm," he said, "Do you understand?" "Yes, Richard—I understand," I said as my hand continued stroking his intimate flesh. I felt his penis pulsate in my hand. Richard traced a finger around my lips. "It's time we further your education," he smiled. I knew what he meant—a shiver ran up and down my spine. I was about to taste a man's cock for the first time and the thought of it caused my own cock to throb. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I want you to kneel between my legs—get used to it—you will be on your knees several times a day." The forcefulness of his command excited me—I loved obeying a strong man. "Pull down my shorts," he said and he lifted his hips to assist me. When his beautiful cock sprang into view my mind was overcome with lust and desire. "Don't touch it yet--breathe deeply and smell my crotch," he ordered. This was all new to me and it seemed like a strange request but when I inhaled his manly aroma I swooned with delight. His musky odor was overpowering and my mind was soon lost in a sensual fog. "Cradle my balls in your right hand—take hold of the base of the shaft with your left—kiss my cock from the tip to the base, and always remember: whenever you kiss and lick my cock and balls keep your eyes open and focused on what you are doing." "Yes, Richard," I said. His words overwhelmed me and his manly scent was driving me wild with passion. I pressed my lips to his cockhead—so soft—so hot—I felt the cum begin to boil in my own balls. I slowly covered his cock with kisses—every wonderful inch of it. When he told me to use my tongue I lapped at his flesh with long, loving strokes. His cock glistened with my saliva. I tasted his pre-cum and my own cock throbbed—my balls ached for release. "Wet your lips and slide them over my cockhead—keep your tongue on my cock at all times," he ordered. "And when I cum, Johnny—I expect you to swallow all of it." The crudeness of his command excited and thrilled me beyond belief—it was at that moment I was convinced this was my calling in life--I was born to kneel between men's legs and give them pleasure with my hands and mouth. He had me slowly stroke the base of his prick while I sucked his cockhead deeper into my mouth. His scrotum was heavy in my hand as I rolled and massaged his balls. My own excitement no longer mattered to me. My only concern was to bring him to the best orgasm he'd ever had. His moans were my inspiration—the wild gyrations of his hips told me I was performing well. He told me to go faster. My hand became a blur on his cock—my mouth was filled with his hot, trembling flesh. I felt his cock expand in my hand—his balls tightened and his hips jerked wildly off the couch. He screamed and shouted his pleasure as his balls unloaded in my mouth. It took my very best efforts to swallow all of his manly cream. When his cock grew soft he slumped back on the couch. Instinctively, I cleaned his cock with my lips and tongue. Wow, I thought, that was the most erotic act I had ever experienced in my life. My cock and balls throbbed and ached, but I didn't care--Richard would decide when it was my time to cum. He leaned forward and gently took my head in his hands and kissed me on my cum-slicked lips. The look of pure bliss on his face filled me with pride. I finally knew for sure that moving a thousand miles from home was the right thing to do. I helped Richard pull up his boxers—I was to remain naked. He went and poured one glass of wine and I sat close to him on the couch. "Put your right arm around my shoulders—reach into my shorts with your left hand and hold my balls," he commanded. I immediately obeyed--his ball sac was still heavy in my hand. "This is how a 'boy' demonstrates his submission to his 'man'," he explained. "By having to hold another man's balls, the boy freely accepts and admits the fact of his man's dominance over him—you will be holding my balls often." He placed the wine glass at my lips and I took a large swallow. I suddenly realized how helpless I was in this position. By having me hold his balls, it occurred to me I was no longer a free and independent person—he was totally and completely in charge of this relationship—I belonged to him in both body and soul. And the thought of that was a little scary, but it also brought me great joy and comfort. He took hold of my still rigid cock and smeared my pre-cum onto his fingers and presented them to my lips—I lapped up my own juices and cleaned his hand. I knew he was going to have me do things I'd never dreamt of before, and I readily accepted that I would obey his every wish and desire. This was the beginning of my new life and I was determined to make it work. "You mentioned earlier that you had a job interview in the morning—is that correct?" he asked. "Yes, I'm supposed to be there at nine," I answered. "You're not going—as long as you're my boy you won't have a job—you will be with me all day every day," he said. "You will live here with me—we'll move your things tomorrow. I have a very strong libido and you will be here to service me whenever I desire." "Yes, Richard." "I will do all of the cooking and you will do all of the cleaning—I expect the house to be spotless." "Yes, Richard," "I do most of my work online and you will assist me. Don't worry--you're a bright boy—I'll teach you what you'll need to know." "Yes, Richard." "One more thing," he continued, "...if you displease me or disobey me in any way you will be punished...it will usually be an old-fashioned spanking, but if I think your infraction merits it—I will use a paddle or belt on your bottom, and I guarantee you will not like it one bit." He pulled my head to his and we kissed. He gazed into my eyes and spoke softly. "This is the last chance you have to change your mind. Once you move in here you belong to me—you will have no other choice or option but to obey me—you will be my property—I will own you and do whatever I want with you...the choice is yours—do you still want to be my boy?" Suddenly the seriousness of it all hit me like a brick. A lump formed in my throat and I had a slight panic-attack. I would no longer be able to do whatever I wanted...I wouldn't be able to go wherever the mood struck...I would actually belong to another human being and be forced to do whatever he wanted me to do my own feelings be damned. Did I really want to be Richard's slave? I stared into Richard's eyes. "Richard, I want to be your boy, but I don't know what to do...I want you to teach me to be the best boy you've ever had—yes, I want to be your boy, Richard." "Johnny, just remember my Golden Rule: if I'm happy—you'll be happy---if I'm unhappy—you'll be very, very unhappy." He kissed me hard and long while I proudly held his balls. Richard's cock sprang to life again. He had me caress him until I felt it jump and twitch in my hand. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said. He had me hold his cock until we reached the side of the bed then I went to my knees and pulled down his boxers. I automatically inhaled his aroma making my head dizzy with lust and desire. The bedspread was pulled down and he lay on his back. "Kneel between my legs, boy," he said in a commanding voice. I climbed onto the bed and knelt between his open thighs. He had satin bed sheets—they felt soft and luxurious. I held his balls in one hand, and grasped his cock with my other then began kissing and licking his deliciously hot flesh. "Lick my balls," he ordered. His obscene command caused my own balls to begin aching again. It reminded me that I hadn't cum yet but I had no control over my own orgasms anymore. I sucked his balls—first one in my mouth then the other. My tongue lathered the soft skin of his scrotum. Suddenly he pulled his legs back and opened his thighs. "Lick my asshole, boy," he ordered. He made it sound so depraved and dirty I almost shot my load right then. I heard that some people did this but it was a first for me. I tentatively touched his anus with my tongue and licked around and over his rosebud. I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't awful. I became bolder and pushed my tongue into his hole. He moaned and writhed above me. "That's it, boy—tongue-fuck my asshole—get used to it—you'll be eating my ass every day." I pushed my tongue into him as far as it would go and covered the walls of his asshole with saliva. The tightness of his asshole against my tongue thrilled and inspired me. I loved eating his asshole. He pushed my head away and said, "Suck me off, Johnny—suck my cock and eat my cum." I was so excited by his dirty-talk I had a difficult time catching my breath. Only my second blow-job and I had him moaning in no time at all. His animal-like noises filled the room and I slobbered over his cock until I felt his balls contract then flattened my tongue on his slit and lapped-up his cum as he shot load-after-load of hot cum into my greedily sucking mouth. We were both sweating profusely by the time he was spent. My cock was so hard and my balls ached so much that whimpering noises of frustration escaped my throat. He knew what I needed and softly laughed. "Lay back, boy...I know you're going to love this...." He furiously stroked my cock for thirty seconds then my balls exploded spewing gobs of semen straight in the air. His hand and my thighs were saturated with my creamy spunk. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. I thanked him over and over and covered his face with kisses. He had me retrieve a warm washcloth and I cleaned us both. I fell asleep in his arms with a smile on my face I was awakened the next morning by his lips kissing mine. He was on top of me and I held him tight as our kisses became more urgent. Suddenly he rolled off me and onto his back--his cock standing proudly erect. "Sweetie," he said, "...show me what you learned last night." I smiled and knelt between his thighs and used my hands, lips and tongue on his beautiful cock and balls. I couldn't think of a better way to start the day. After we showered he prepared a delicious breakfast. We talked and laughed like we had for the past week but we both knew our lives were about to undergo dramatic changes. Richard had me call the company where I was to have the interview and tell them I wouldn't be there. "Sexually satisfying me is only one aspect of becoming my boy," he explained. "I'm also going to teach you responsibility and integrity which in turn will give you the self-confidence to lead a fulfilling and productive life. Some men want their boys to remain immature and dependent on them for everything—it gives them the feel of absolute power and control—I'm not that insecure...I don't want a sissy-boy whose only skill is giving good blow-jobs...I want a companion who can think for himself and provide me with interesting and challenging thoughts and conversation...I have high expectations for you, Johnny—I know you can be that boy." "Richard, I want to be that kind of boy for you," I said softly. "I know you do—and you will be." He smiled. "In the meantime you need a lot of practice. Before we move your things in here--get on your knees—open my pants and take out my cock—then suck me off—I want you to have the taste of my cum in your mouth the rest of the morning." I had a huge grin on my face as I went to my knees and obeyed his command. It took less than an hour to move my things into Richard's house. Afterwards, I found the apartment manager and gave him the key and thanked him—Richard insisted on it. We drove to a nearby shopping mall and Richard led us into a sporting goods store. I had no idea why we were there. He knew where he was going, though, and I soon found myself standing before a shelf that held nothing but jockstraps. "What size briefs do you wear?" he asked me. "Medium," I said. Richard searched the shelf and pulled off five packages of plain white jocks—size Small. When we left the store Richard found the malls Men's Room and gave me one of the packages. "Go into a stall and take off your briefs and put this on—make sure the back strap fits tight against your bottom-hole," he ordered. I quickly obeyed him and when I returned to his side he pointed to a trash container. "Throw your briefs in there—you won't be needing them anymore." The strap rubbing against my anus was uncomfortable. Richard noticed my agitation and said, "You'll get used to it." When we approached his car in the parking lot he asked me if I could see inside the car. I was a little puzzled by his question. "Well, ah, no—you have tinted windows," I said. Once inside he said, "Strip to your jockstrap and move next to me." I briefly panicked but remembered no one could see inside the car. I sat next to him wearing only my new jockstrap. I felt helpless and small. He kissed me then said: "Open my pants—put your left arm around my shoulders—reach into my shorts and hold my balls." I immediately obeyed him. I rested my head against his shoulder as we drove home. Before we got to his house he said: "After lunch you're going to have long session between my legs." The thought of it made my penis hard inside my tiny jockstrap. "Thank you," I said and kissed his cheek. A warm glow washed over me--I felt contented and at peace with myself.