The Man in Charge

Published on May 2, 2011

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CHERRY FOR THE MAN IN CHARGE

by TY SHANNON

I checked my watch before I knocked. I was told to be here at 7,

and I know he wouldn't like it if I was late. I didn't have to knock

twice -- Walt opened the door and I stepped inside, but I waited for

him to speak first.

"Good evening, Dave," he said.

"Good evening, sir."

He closed and locked the door, and then took me in his arms.

His mustache brushed my nose as he began to kiss me, slowly and

gently at first, but soon more insistently. I let my lips part, and

his tongue probed my mouth and wiped across my teeth. His arms

tightened around me, and I moaned quietly and rubbed my crotch

against his. My cock was responding to his actions, and his hands

grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled my hips firmly against his bulge.

But shortly he stepped back and smiled, "You're really hot

tonight, aren't you, boy?"

I smiled back. "Yes, sir. I've been looking forward to this."

He chuckled. "So have I, Dave, so have I."

As we headed back through the house, he said, "I have to make a

quick pit stop. Go on in."

"Yes, sir." I had been up to see him several times in the last

few months, so I knew my way around. I went into the family room

and stood there a moment; he was always in charge, and I knew I

shouldn't sit down until he gave me permission.

But then I realized what he would do the first thing -- what he

did every time. So I quickly stripped off all my clothes and piled

them neatly on the chair where they belonged. Then I stood naked in

front of the fireplace and assumed the position he required -- legs

spread a little, hands clasped behind my head. I had no way of

knowing what he would want to do with me tonight, but I was sure

it would result in an incredible orgasm -- for both of us.

Some people might think this is a weird relationship -- I'm

his "boy", and when we're together I always wait on him and obey his

orders. But I really enjoy it -- I don't have to think about

anything, or make any plans or any decisions. He takes care of

everything -- and the sex is fantastic!

When I heard the bathroom door open I tensed the muscles in my

arms and legs, and tightened my abdomen, the way he liked. He

entered the room and saw me, and burst out laughing. "Fantastic,

boy! That's excellent. You're really getting with the program."

I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Thank you, sir."

He moved up in front of me and let his eyes travel slowly up

and down my naked form. I'm about five-ten and one-hundred fifty

pounds, and I work out regularly, because I like the way my body

looks when I'm really in shape. I have dirty-blond hair and keep it

fairly short -- I can't be bothered messing with long hair. I have

almost no hair on my chest and that's the way I like it -- and so

did he.

Walt was almost a head taller than me, with dark hair that was

slightly graying at the temples. He was also about 10 years older

than me. His piercing eyes stared at my cock and I felt it begin to

lengthen from his interest.

He stepped up to me and let his hand caress lightly across my

hairless chest. His fingers squeezed and tugged at one nipple, but

I didn't say anything -- it felt good, and my hardening prick

surged a little. But then his hand grasped my half-hard cock and he

pulled my body tightly against his chest, and I could feel his big

Harley belt-buckle pressed into my stomach as his tongue raped my

willing mouth again.

Then he moved behind me, and I felt his hand massaging lightly

across my shoulders and down my back. I have almost no hair on my

ass, so I felt the rough skin on his fingers as he squeezed my left

ass cheek -- and then the right one. Shortly his finger slid down

into my crack and began to tease my asshole -- around and around,

and up and down.

His mustache brushed against my ear as he kissed my neck, and

he whispered, "You like that, boy?"

Without relaxing my pose, I pushed my ass back against his

probing finger and replied, "Yes, sir." I had learned a lot about

my body since I started seeing him, and the things that turned me

on.

With a quick slap on my ass he came back around in front of

me. My dick was now standing up hard, and he smiled. "That's

what I wanta see, boy."

I smiled back at him. "Yes, sir. I know."

His hand caressed my shaft and stroked it a few times, and then

searched lower and played with my balls. He leaned forward and

kissed me once more, hard, but then he stepped back -- the

inspection was over, and I waited for his instructions.

"Turn the TV on, boy. We're gonna watch for a while."

"Yes, sir." I relaxed from the pose as he started to leave the

room.

But he turned back briefly, "I have to go upstairs for a

minute. But don't touch your prick -- that belongs to me."

"Yes, sir, I know."

He left, and I turned the TV on and watched it warm up. Then I

assumed the position again, since he had not given me any further

directions.

He was back in a couple minutes, now wearing a bathrobe and

carrying a video tape, which he handed to me. "Put this in, and

then get us a beer."

"Yes, sir." I started the tape in the VCR and then walked out

to the kitchen, with my hard cock waving in front of me. It's a

good thing his house is out in the country, so no one can see me

through a window! I got two beers from the fridge, and when I

returned he motioned me to sit next to him on the couch.

I could see from the preliminaries that the tape was a gay

porno flick. As the action started in the film, Walt let his hand

caress down my thigh -- and then up amd down my leg, and finally

cupping my balls. I settled down into the couch and spread my legs

a little more to give him easy access to me. But I didn't attempt

to do anything to him -- he was in charge, and when he wanted me to

work on him he would tell me.

The cock-sucking got pretty heavy on the screen, and Walt

finally started working on my hot rod -- caressing it, and stroking

it, and rubbing it against my stomach. I could feel my blood

warming up and I wanted to reach over and play with his meat at the

same time -- but he wouldn't like that.

He kept playing with me as we watched the film, and I moaned

and began to thrust my hips upwards on every stroke of his hand. He

looked at me briefly, "Easy, boy. Enjoy it, but don't let it get

carried away."

"Yes, sir." He sometimes teased me like this -- working on my

prick but telling me not to let it come. At the first cum shot in

the film I had to look away and think of something else, or I would

have gone off right then.

Shortly in the video one of the guys started fucking the other.

"Watch this, boy," Walt said, "See how they do it."

I watched closely, although I had seen films like this before.

But I knew what he was referring to -- in all the times I had been

up to see him, I had never let him fuck my ass. I had often thought

I would like to try it, but I never had the guts -- he was just too

big.

We watched them fucking on the screen for several minutes, but

finally Walt said, "Get down here, boy -- on the floor." I didn't

reply; I just got up and knelt on the floor between his knees.

"Hands behind your back, boy." I obeyed. "Now take it out."

There was a loose knot holding the sash on his robe, and I

untied it easily with my teeth. Then grasping one flap of the robe

with my mouth I swung my head and tossed it to one side, and then

did the same with the other side. He was naked beneath the robe,

and my dick surged as I looked at his body. He was in pretty good

shape for an older man, with solid muscles in his arms and chest.

His stomach was a little soft, probably from the beer he liked so

much. He had a patch of curly hair between his dark nipples, and

then a trail of hair down the center of his stomach to the full bush

at his crotch. To me, that's sexy as hell.

His cock was at full mast, showing a thick 9 inches, and I

licked my lips and just stared at it -- I wasn't allowed to touch it

until he gave me permission. He ignored me and watched the film for

a couple minutes -- he knew that teasing me like that just made me

want it all the more.

But finally he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it

towards his crotch. "Go for it, boy."

At last! "Thank you, sir." He didn't tell me I could use my

hands so I kept them clasped behing my back.

I lowered my face to his crotch and pressed against his hot

tool, rubbing my cheeks across it and feeling it slide smoothly

against my skin. (I had made it a point to shave just before I came

over here, so that I would not have any stubble to irritate his

gorgeous cock.) I could smell the rich scent of his steamy crotch,

and could tell that he had showered just before I got here.

Then I used my tongue -- licking up his shaft and down the

other side, and then down into his coarse hair. I licked and chewed

at his flesh, and then moved lower and laved his heavy balls. My

heart was beating madly; this was my fantasy come true --

servicing his dick and doing what he told me.

Then I went for the head of his cock -- tongued around it, and

tasted the slit and the drops of pre-cum showing there. When it was

all slicked up I rubbed my face against it some more and moaned

quietly -- I loved the slick feel of the soft skin as it slid

over my face.

But then suddenly his hands grabbed both sides of my head.

"Enough playing, boy! Take it!" He postioned my lips right at the

head of his hot cock and pulled downwards, forcing his meat into my

mouth. He pulled roughly, till the tip of his huge muscle was

jammed aginst the back of my throat, and he held it there for many

seconds -- I couldn't breathe, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Finally he let up, and I pulled my head back and gasped some

air in through the sides of my mouth. Then I began to suck him in

earnest -- long, slow strokes, all the way up and all the way down.

I had no idea what was happening in the film and I didn't care -- I

just feasted on his huge, throbbing dick. And I loved it!

I sucked him for a long time and my mouth was getting tired,

but I knew I had to keep going till he told me I could stop. I

tightened my lips and swung my mouth from side to side, and swirled

my tongue around the head. I could feel it get harder and hotter in

my mouth, and I could see the muscles in his stomach and legs quiver,

so I knew he was getting close.

But shortly he pushed my head back and stood up. "Come on,

boy, we're going upstairs." So I followed him up to the bedroom,

wondering what would happen next.

He stood by the bed and took me by the shoulders, and kissed me

briefly. Then he spoke quietly. "It's cherry night, boy."

My stomach flipped a little -- I was afraid I knew what he

had in mind, but I asked anyway, "What do you mean, sir?"

"You know, boy. You've been keeping that beautiful asshole to

yourself for two months now, and tonight it's gonna be mine."

"I know, sir, but you're just too big."

"Too bad, boy. I'm in charge here, and you just do what I

tell you. Right?"

I swallowed and hesitated -- but finally answered, "Yes, sir."

"Good. Tonight I'm gonna fuck that ass. But you can handle

it, boy, I'm sure of that. And before we're done you'll enjoy it."

Still I hesitated. He had played with my asshole a number of

times, so it wouldn't be completely new. Besides, it looked like I

didn't have any choice in the matter -- and that was probably just

as well.

His hand reached down and caressed my hard dick, and he went

on, "But I'm not gonna take it, boy. You're gonna give it to me."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but I just replied, "Yes, sir."

He sat down on the bed. "Go to the dresser and get the jar of

grease and the vibrator."

I did as I was told and returned to the bed. His hand patted

the blanket so I climbed up beside him, and he said, "I'll give

you a few minutes to get yourself loosened up."

It took me a moment to figure out what he wanted -- but then I

lay down on the bed and got some grease on my finger, raised my

knees and put my finger against my puckered hole. I swirled it

around a little and then slid it in part way. I got some more lube

and worked the finger all the way in, and then wriggled it

around some. A couple more times, and then I picked up the

vibrator. It was only about an inch thick but I knew it would be a

struggle -- and he's a lot bigger than that! But I was committed

now.

He stroked my prick some as I greased up the vibrator. "You're

doing good, boy. Just keep goin'."

I reached down and positioned the head of the vibrator at my

hole. Then I gritted my teeth and started to push it in. I groaned

as it began to slip inside -- I couldn't help it; it was so tight.

I pulled it back out and greased it up some more, and then tried

again. I got it in a little and then just pushed it -- and felt it

slide inside me.

I gasped, and paused for a minute to adjust to the fullness.

I didn't know how I'd ever be able to take his huge cock in there!

His hand continued to move over my flesh as he encouraged me,

"That's good, boy. You're doing fine. Just relax the muscles."

After a minute I began to slip the dildo in and out, slowly and

carefully. By concentrating I was able to keep everything relaxed

so it didn't hurt. But I felt stuffed.

He let me work it around for a few minutes, but finally said,

"That's enough, boy. Time for the real thing." He took the

vibrator from me and tossed it on the floor.

Then he lay back on the bed. "Grease me up, boy." His cock

was still hard, so I took a glob of lube from the jar and wiped it

on the head, and swirled it down the shaft, coating it up good.

Then I put a little more inside my tender asshole -- I figured I

would need all the help I could get.

"Okay, boy. Get up here and straddle my waist."

I paused -- now I knew what he meant about me giving it to him.

But I did what he told me -- got up on my knees and straddled him,

and slid back so the crack of my ass was resting on his hard shaft.

He reached up and pulled my head down and kissed me. "Now,

boy -- sit down on it."

Again I hesitated -- I was starting to sweat just in

anticipation of taking that huge monster inside me. But I had to do

what he told me, so finally I raised up and grasped his rod in my

hand. I moved my hips around till I felt the head positioned at my

sphincter.

I pushed down a little -- but it didn't want to go in. God, it

was so big!

His hand grabbed my dick. "Go on, boy, you can do it. ... You

know you want it."

I gave him a slight smile, "Yes, sir. I really do." So I pushed

down harder -- harder -- and the head popped in. I moaned -- it

hurt, and I waited. Then I pushed some more, and felt it slide

in a little further -- but it felt like it was going to split me

open.

His hands played with my body. "Come on, boy, do it. The

worst part is over." But I just sat there, trying to get up the

courage to push it the rest of the way home.

His voice was very quiet. "Do it, Dave. You know you want it.

Don't you?"

"Yes, sir." And I really did -- I wanted to give him everything

I have. I continued to hold his shaft in my hand and pushed down

harder -- and more of it slid into me, but my face grimmaced from

the pain.

"Yeah, boy. Take it!"

I was beginning to adjust to the fullness, so I slowly rode up

and down on it a few times -- and each time I tried to sit down

farther onto it. I bounced -- and pushed -- and bounced -- and

pushed. Finally I just groaned loudly and jammed down hard -- and

felt my ass cheeks resting on his flesh.

"Yeah, boy. That's it! You did it! You've got it all." But

shit, it felt like it was going to come out my throat.

I sat there a couple minutes getting used to the fullness and

tightness, and then started to ride him -- up and down, up and down.

By concentrating on relaxing the muscles, it didn't really hurt --

but, God, it was uncomfortable!

Now he groaned. "Yeah, boy. Do it. Give me that beautiful

ass."

I rested both hands on his chest and began fucking myself on his

hot tool -- up to the top and all the way down -- again and again.

I could feel his pubic hair grinding against my tender ass every

time I hit bottom.

He was getting into it now. "Yeah, boy. Take it. Give it to

me." And his hips began to rise to meet my downward thrusts.

Then he pulled me down and kissed me, and I just sat there with

my ass crammed full. "How you doin', boy?"

"Okay, I guess, Sir."

He pushed lightly on my chest. "Sit up straight." I did as he

told me. "Hands behind your head." I obeyed.

With one hand he began to stroke my half-hard cock, which

quickly rose to full mast again; and his other hand played over my

stomach and chest. "Go ahead, boy," he said, "Start riding it some

more."

So I began sliding up and down on his throbbing shaft -- up --

down -- up -- down. On and on. It was harder being erect like

this, but his hands were exciting me and I started to feel the warm

glow in my guts. And the nerves around my asshole were starting to

respond to the slick muscle sliding in and out. I was starting to

really get into it.

His fingers tugged and tweaked at one nipple -- and then the

other. I groaned, but tried to bounce on him a little faster.

But then suddenly he stopped me. "Up, boy. Get off."

I looked at him blankly for a moment, but then rested my hands

on his chest and slowly let his hot prick slip out of my ass. God,

it felt so empty now!

He stood up quickly and moved to the foot of the bed. "On your

back, boy, and slide down here. Now!"

I rolled onto my back and scooted down so my ass was right at

the end of the bed. He lifted my legs so they rested on his

shoulders, which raised my hips off the bed a little. Then he

grasped his man-tool and positioned it at my sphincter.

I clutched my fists in the blanket and held my breath. But he

just stood there smiling down at me. Then he said quietly, "You

want it, boy?"

I was so into this now I couldn't say no. "Yes, sir. Please."

Still he waited. "Tell me, boy."

I wanted it! "Please, sir! Fuck me with that huge cock!"

With that he struck, and with one fierce lunge he thrust into

me -- till his flesh slapped against my naked ass cheeks and I felt

his pubic hair grinding against me. Then he grasped my hips and

began to fuck me -- hard and fast. "BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ...

BAM!" I just held onto the bed and felt the heat begin to build

inside my guts. It went on and on.

Then he said, "Grab your dick, boy. I wanta see you come all

over that beautiful body."

I didn't say anything; I just began to stroke my prick.

"BAM! .. BAM!" I stroked myself. "BAM! ... BAM!" I squeezed

it and pulled it and beat at it. There was no pain from his fucking

now -- just flames growing inside my cock and balls. I watched his

abs ripple on each stroke.

"BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM!" He was slamming into me harder and

faster, and I bounced on the bed and groaned every time he hit bottom.

He was almost shouting now. "Come on, boy! Shoot that load!"

I felt his cock head getting hotter inside of me, so I stroked

my dick faster.

Then his fingers grasped both of my nipples, and they squeezed

and tugged and pulled while he kept battering into me! That just

made my blood boil. "BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM!"

My muscles strained as I felt it rising, and my head flopped

from side to side. "OH, GOD! I'M GONNA COME!!"

He was there, too. "YEAH!! TAKE IT!!" And then I felt his cum

spurt into me, like a flash of boiling oil. That was all it took --

my cum flew across my chest -- again -- again -- again!!!

He slammed into me a few more times, and then he stopped -- and

stood there with his throbbing prick embedded inside me. I milked

the last drops of cum from my tool and then looked up at him. His

sweat dripped onto my chest and stomach. He took one finger and

mixed some of his sweat with some of my cum, and slid the finger

into my willing mouth. And I sucked it clean.

He smiled. "How you doin', boy?"

I grinned back at him, "Great, sir. That was fantastic!"

"Good. I don't want to hear any shit from you in the future,

about not wanting to get fucked."

"No, sir. I can handle it -- now."

Next: Chapter 3: A Lesson from the Man in Charge


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