FOUR
I think he must have read my mind. "So tell me, Gavin, would you like to be my personal faggot this weekend, my personal queer boy?" I nod my head as best I can. He puts his hand to my face and chin and gently takes his dick out of my mouth.
"I want to hear you say it all. I want to hear you offer yourself to me, Gavin. That would make me very happy, kid."
"Yes Danny, I would like to be your personal faggot, your personal queer boy, for as long as you want. I want to learn how to be a good boy for you, Danny. Please teach me how to make you feel really good. Please teach me how to take good care of your awesome dick." These words all start pouring out of me from somewhere deep inside me. I can't believe it. I'm begging him for his dick, just like he wants me to! I'm not the least bit ashamed. "I want this so much, Danny, please, please, please?"
I look at him. He's smiling at me. He keeps his hand on the side of my face and puts his thumb to my mouth. "Suck it, boy. Suck it the same way you were sucking the head of my dick." And I do. Next thing I know, he's got two fingers in my mouth and I suck them for all I'm worth. He takes them out of my mouth and plays with my lips, pulling them then shaping them. "Such pretty lips you have, faggot. These lips are meant to suck dick, boy. I always used to think of that when I saw you in school, how beautiful they would look wrapped around the head of my dick like a good faggot. Take it again now, boy. Taste my pre-cum." I didn't know that's what it was called, the stuff coming from the head of his dick. Pre-cum. Perfect.
I lap it up. "Will I get to taste your real cum, Danny, please?" He chuckles. "Of course you will, baby. That's why I brought you here. You're gonna get to drink lots and lots of it. But not yet. I don't want you to spoil your dinner. My Mamma is making a special supper for us. She's excited to meet you. I have to warn you, she'll probably hug the daylights out of you. Don't be afraid of her. She comes on pretty strong."
"So do you, Danny," I quip and he giggles. "don't be a brat or you'll get spanked, faggot." He slaps my face very lightly and I moan. "Okay, boy, take my head into your mouth again. Make it feel good. Use your tongue on me the way you did before. Show me how much you want my meat."
I'm in heaven. Even when he starts slapping my face. It doesn't hurt any. It just turns me on even more. "Like that, don't you, boy? Like me touching you, toying with you, slapping you a bit. Tell me you like it. Tell me I can do what I want to you, faggot."
"Yes, Danny, I love it when you touch me. Please, Sir, you can do whatever you want to me."
"Okay, boy. Less talk and more dick-licking right now. Show me what a good faggot you want to be for me."
I wish I could have all of his dick in my mouth. I try to go farther down on him but he takes hold of my hair and pulls my head back, then slaps my face with his dick and I swear it almost makes me cum in my pants. "Not yet, boy. Not yet. Later you'll have all of it, I promise you.
But now it's time to go meet my folks and my brothers. I told my Daddy that we're really good friends and you've been helping me out with my math, so be cool. He's a pretty formal type of guy, so address him as Mr. O'Donovan unless he tells you different."
"I didn't know you had brothers," I say.
"I have two. Donny is my older brother, two years older than me. He's the one we'll work with this summer. My little brother is Andrew. He's only twelve. He's a cute kid but he gets on our nerves at times, just like most little brothers do. Time to go now. Go put your socks and sneakers on. I only want you barefoot here when we're alone. Oh, and they don't know you're queer. That's just our secret for now."
I'm relieved about that.
He opens the front door and I'm blown away by how beautiful everything is. I've never seen anything like this before. Like out of some movie about rich people. "In here." He points to a hallway on the left. I walk with him. "When we get there, just stand with your hands at your side. Don't say anything. If he holds out his hand, shake it." I feel like some idiot who has to be taught how to behave around my betters. And actually, that's exactly what's happening, dammit!
"Daddy's in his office. Remember what I told you. Hands at your side until he decides how to greet you. Danny knocks on the door. "Enter," we here. He opens the door and leads me in. His father really looks like his father, extremely dignified behind his large desk and in a three-piece suit. I do what Danny told me to do and just stand there hoping his Dad can't see how my fingers are shaking. I'm really nervous.
"Dad, this is my friend Gavin I told you about. He'll be spending a couple days with me. I let the staff know already."
"Ah yes, Gavin," he says with the same awesome smile that his son shows sometimes. He stands briefly. "My apologies, son, that I'm rather occupied at the moment. I'm happy to meet you and have you with us for a while. When I look at you, I get the impression that my son and you will be really good for one another. Thank you for all the help you've given Daniel. Know that you'll always be welcome here."
"thank you, Mr. O'Donovan. Thank you for having me here."
Danny goes behind the desk and gives his father a hug and kisses him on the cheek. Mr. O'Donovan reaches up and messes his hair a little. Damn, how often I've wished I could do that! Maybe I'll get to do it later. Then he brings me into the kitchen and the smells are out of this world. I'm really surprised to find out that Danny's Mamma is a big buxom Italian woman. As soon as we walk in she stops what she's doing and comes right over with a huge smile on her face and open arms ready to receive me. "Gavin, at last! I've heard so much about you and how smart you are and how much you help my Danny. I'm so glad you're finally here with us. Let me hug you, baby!" And I fall into her arms and it's wonderful. I don't get hugged much at home so this is a real treat for me. She holds me and squeezes me and rocks me from side to side. "I'm so happy. Now I have four boys to hug. You can just call me Mamma just like the others. I'm so happy you're here with us. I hope you come here often. I hope you like Danny's cottage. It's a nice place for the two of you to have all the privacy you need."
I find myself wondering why she thinks privacy is an issue. "thank you, Mamma, for such a wonderful welcome. I don't get hugged much at home. It's not our style, so this is a real treat for me."
"Oh you'll get lots of hugs around here, dear, I promise you. Right, Danny?"
"Yeah, Mamma."
"Did you hug him at school, baby?"
"No, Mamma. Not in our school. Everyone would have laughed at us."
"Well you make sure you give him lots of hugs from now on, You hear me, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Mamma. In fact, I'll give the boy a hug right now." He comes up behind me and hugs me from behind while pressing his groin into my ass then spinning me around so we hug face to face. "Yeah, you'll get lots of special attention from us in this house, Gavin." He says this with an ominous look in his eyes.
"Who's giving out hugs?" I hear a pipsqueak voice as Danny's little brother Andrew comes in and guess what? He's barefoot! Cute kid, like a miniature Danny with dirty blond hair. "Andrew honey," says Mamma, "you go put some shoes and socks on. We have a guest."
"Oh, I don't mind at all, Mamma. I like going barefoot sometimes too," I say, giving Danny a snide look. Mamma speaks sternly to Andrew. "No bare feet in the dining room, baby. You know the rule."
"We're eating in the dining room tonight?" he asks. then he looks at me. "You must be special," he says and then he gives me a hug himself. His head only comes up to my nipples, so he's actually just hugging my tummy and chest. Fine. Cute kid.
"Yes, Andrew. So go finish getting dressed and then come set the table like a good boy."
Danny looks at me and I figure that I'll be a good boy too and help setting the table when Andrew comes back. I let him supervise and just follow his lead. Meanwhile Donny comes in to meet me too. He's really big! Must have been a football player. He comes right up to me. "So you're gonna be our new slave," he says, and Danny guffaws!
Donny comes over to squeeze my arm checking my muscles. "I bet you'll have some nice muscles by the time the summer's over once we put you to work. Looking forward to it," he says, then heads off to talk to his father.
Dinner is wonderful and that's all I'm gonna say about it, except for one thing.
"Daddy, we have a problem about going to Mass Sunday morning."
"What's the problem, Daniel?"
"I forgot to ask Gavin to bring his suit to wear to Mass with us. I was thinking that maybe he and I could go on our ordinary clothing and just sit apart from the family."
His father thought a while then said, "No. Take Gavin to Clayton's tomorrow and get him completely outfitted. Same suit as you only grey, and every thing else he needs. I'll call there first thing in the morning so they'll be ready for you when you get there, let's say, at 9:30."
"Yes, Sir. That would be wonderful. And then he could leave the suit here for when he comes back again."
Right away, I felt chills going through me not only because they were going to get me a suit but also because it's for me to wear when I COME BACK AGAIN! YES!!! Danny's the one who said it!
"Daddy, I've noticed from when we had gym together that Gavin's underpants are really worn. Could we throw in some new ones?"
"Good thinking, son. Certainly. Only get his in grey so they don't get confused with yours in the wash."
"Good thinking, Dad." Every one at the table cracks up at Danny's retort. "And thank you."
I just sit their blushing like crazy. The first meal I've ever eaten with this family and they'll sitting there talking about my goddammn underpants! Mamma notices my discomfort and comes to put her arms around me. "You guys are embarrassing our Gavin here, talking like that. I bet Gavin's not used to people speaking openly at table. Are you, sweetheart?" What a wonderful lady this is. "It's just the way we look after one another in this family. I'm sorry if it overwhelms you. You'll get used to it quickly enough, dear. And hopefully, I hope you'll come to enjoy it. Because the truth is that we all care an awful lot about you. We have for a long time. Danny's been talking about you for years now." WOW. That's pretty revealing. I'm afraid to look at Danny to see his reaction.
"Oh Mamma, you're gonna give him a big head. That's the last thing he needs. If it weren't for me constantly bringing him down all the time at school, his head would probably have exploded!"
Donny laughs. "Sure, Danny, sure. That' the only reason you did it." Danny throws him a dirty look. "Hey, somebody had to do it. Some of the guys got together and decided it would be me. That was why," he says rather insistently, trying to tell his big brother to back off on this! Now I might be stupid, but it seemed to me that Danny was trying to throw up a smokescreen. It also seems, and I might be completely wrong about this, that Donny is wise to the fact that Danny has always been sweet on me. This is interesting because I never realized it before.
"He did a good job keeping me from the sin of pride," I say, trying to elevate the tone of the conversation while also making a clear point to Danny. "Still does in his own way, like talking about my worn out BVD's at the dinner table." Again everyone cracks up and I join right in, making it clear that I'm only making a joke.
"And you ain't seen nothing yet," Danny says to me out of the side of his mouth. I take that as a very clear sign that Danny has been making plans about my eventual "development" and now he's putting those plans into effect. I was a little worried, and yet also excited to find out what's going to happen and how Danny's gonna manage to get me to surrender to it all. Of course, so far, I've had pretty good examples. Already. Now you're probably hoping I'll skip over most of the dinner and get back to the good stuff again. So let's get on with it.
Before we left, Donny sarcastically asked Danny if he had any special plans tonight or were the two of us just going to watch TV? He pointedly did NOT invite himself over to watch along with us. Damn, I'm sure he knows something's going on. And so it does.
When we get back to the cottage, Danny stands against the counter while I take off my sneakers and socks again. When I get done I realize he's been watching me. "This is cool, Gavin. I like watching you get barefoot because I told you to. After all, you said you'd do anything I wanted, right, boy?"
"yes, Sir," that's right. Whatever you want, Danny."
"Well then, stand up and face me. . . . let me see you take off your shirt from the bottom up, all the way up, show me your bare chest, boy, then your nipples that I like so much. Good, now, up and over and off your head. . . . .Hey's that's hot! I can see your armpits too. . . . just toss the shirt to the floor then put your hands behind your head and flash me those pits so I can see your dark hairs . . . . hot . . . . you know what?
Maybe sometime I'll shave all the hair off them and make you look like a ten-year-old again under your arms. That might be fun."
Needless to say, I'm soaking up every single thing he's saying to me and it's thrilling me in ways I've never realized could be so damn pleasurable, this whole idea of my stripping for his enjoyment. So I stand there for as long as he wants. then he talks up to me and puts his hand in my pits and pulls on the hair some . . . and he starts to pull harder and I bend over a bit, trying to go with his hands.
"No. Not like that, Faggot! You stand up straight. Maybe I'll just pull the hair out of your pits with my own hands."
He lets go and then runs the back of his fingers down around my neck and down to my nipple. He takes hold of it and rolls it a bit between his fingers and I start breathing heavier. "Something tells me you like that, Gavin. Is that so?" I refuse to answer so he slaps my face a little bit harder than the last few times.
"Let's get something straight, faggot. When I ask you a question you fucking answer it right away. So I asked you if you like it when I toy with your pretty nipples?" He puts his other hand on the other one and does the same thing."
"yYYYyes, SSir, I pant out. But it's starting to hurt."
"So? Hurt? Are you telling me that I have to be careful not to hurt you, boy? Is that the way things will be, that I can do whatever I want as long as it doesn't hurt you?"
"No, Sir, not that. what you want, Sir. But please don't hurt me too badly," I beg.
"look at me, Gavin."
I do so.
"As long as I'm going to let you put my cock in your mouth, I have the right to hurt you a little bit if I want. do you agree?" And with that he pinches my nipples hard and pulls his fingers off them and I cry out.
"yes, Sir, you have that right to hurt me a little bit. Please, Sir, not too much?"
"I'll only give you what you can handle, baby, don't worry. You just have to trust me."
My heart jiggles to hear him call me `baby.' He takes his fingers to my lips and toys with my mouth again the way he did the last time. "Open your pants while I play with your mouth and get it ready for my cock. Drop your pants to the floor then kick them to the side. Let me see you in your underpants. in your tighty-whities that your mamma probably bought for you a couple years ago, considering how worn they are."
I push my pants down as best I can while all my attention is on what he's doing with my mouth. I realize I'm hard from all this. He notices as well. "Well, well, well. I see my boy's little dick is hard now. I wonder what that means. I wonder what's turning the boy on so much that his dick gets hard? What do you think, Gavin? What's getting you hard, boy?"
"All of it, Danny. Everything that's happening, Sir."
"Ah, You like the way I think and the way I talk and the way I touch you and even hurt you a little. Is that it, faggot? You getting off on begin treated like this?"
What could I possibly deny? "Yes, Sir."
With that he takes two fingers and makes me suck them like his dick. Then he adds a third and tries to shove them farther down my throat. "Gotta open up this throat for me, Gavin, so it can take my entire cock. I said COCK, faggot, cause in a little while you're gonna become a cocksucker, so I might as well refer it to as my cock. I have a cock that you're gonna suck, faggot. Boys like you only have dicks."
Boys like me? What does he mean by that? He grabs hold of my . um... dick, and squeezes it which causes me to open my mouth wider and he scissors his fingers in the back of my throat. "See, boy? I'm opening up your throat. Getting it ready to hold my Cock."
Then he stops everything and just stands there looking at me. He takes his hand and slaps my face again, then toys with my nips, then moves down to my crotch and lightly taps my balls still in my underpants. OOF! "Yeah, I know I gotta go easy on those, Gavin, don't worry. I know how tender balls can be. I promise I won't make them hurt too much." He raps me a couple more times then grabs the head of my dick through my underpants and pulls on it. "Come follow me, kid. It's time for you to give me my first ever blow job."
He pulls me into the bedroom and then shuts the door. He walks over to the bed and gets down on it, his legs hanging off the side. "Come here, Gavin. Kneel down between my legs. This is how I want it for the first time."
I do what he says as he opens his pants. "Tell you what, dude. Take off my sneakers for me. Quick!"
He smacks the side of my head lightly. I bend down and start to pull one of them off.
"Untie the things, faggot!" He kicks my balls with his foot . "OOF! Sorry, Sir."
I work at it. It's hard to untie the knot because my hands are shaking a lot. Finally I manage and get both of them off and then reach for his socks. "Stop," he says "leave my socks on. I want you barefoot but not me. You see, boy, I'm superior to you. I have socks on but you don't. You have to be barefoot because I told you to be."
He's got his fly open and he pulls down his pants a little bit. "Good, boy, you got my sneakers off for me. Good job! Now be a good boy and pull my pants all the way off. Once I get them off completely, he says "ohh. . . rub your hands up down my upper thighs especially on the inside of them to feel nice use your hands to make me feel good boy . . . . oh,h yeah. That does feel good. . . . . . .you like my thighs, boy?"
"yes, Sir," I like them. They're nice and smooth. Golden."
"is that so?" He starts moaning while I rub his thighs and I just keep doing it knowing that I'm giving him pleasure, and realizing that it really matters to me. I really want to be able to give him pleasure. I want to serve him that way.
"You like my golden thighs so much, boy why don't you kiss them start from the top of my knee, then kiss them all the way up to my crotch. all the way up one side and then do the other side as well. You can even lick them a little bit. Yeah, just like that! Get to know my body, boy, get to know what it smells like and how it tastes when I'm clean and at the end of the day . . . . .get to know how to make me feel so good. . . . . . Real nice, Gavin.
"You're doing a good job making me feel good, taking good care of me, showing me how much you like me and how much you like making me feel good. I always knew you would be like this once i gave you a chance to have at my body you like this.. . . . . now take your hand and feel my hard cock. . . . . Look, Gavin, it got so hard from you taking care of me this way and doing everything I tell you to do to make me feel good. Look at that, faggot. You made my cock get hard and i bet it's dripping too."
I move my hand to the top of the stick and sure enough I can feel that there's a lot of moisture in his underpants. "I'll tell you what, Gavin, why don't you get up here and put your mouth over the head of my dick over my underpants. Suck my precum right through my underwear. That will give you some good practice sucking, because you're going to be doing a lot of sucking this weekend."
I really think I'm dreaming. I can't believe what he's making me do. I can't believe what he's letting me do. Damn it, he's right, i am such a faggot. I am so queer for him and for his dick. And I'm not ashamed of it.
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