Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2003 18:16:52 -0500
From: Terry <bigguyt@cox.net>
Subject: A Different Kind of Vacation - Part 1

It was mid December and, as was typical of the weather in
New England, it was bitterly cold when Jim Dawson arrived
home. He had just driven the short distance from The Crestside
Nursing Center where he has worked as a custodian for the past
seventeen years. The distance seemed like forever as he drove
his old Dodge Caravan thru the wind driven snow at half the
speed that he normally would have driven. The storm should have
blown out to sea the local weathermen had all predicted---they
were wrong. He pulled his car into the long driveway that goes
along side his house and made his way quickly across the front
walkway to the front door of his oversized single-family raised
ranch. As he fumbled to get the front door key he felt a sense of
relief that he would not have to go out in the weather until well
after the storm had past.

Jim had been looking forward to this day for weeks. At exactly 3pm,
when he punched his time clock, completing another long day of cleaning
up after nurses, patients and visitors, he began a well-deserved and
needed vacation.  Usually Jim takes a few vacations during the year
but this year he decided he wanted to have one long vacation so that
he could do some remodeling in the house. He bought it two years ago
but never seemed to have the time or energy to work on.  He planned it
carefully so that he would use this year's vacation time up on New Years
Eve and then he would continue into next year's vacation time. This made
is so that Jim would not have to return to work until the end of January.
This would be seven long weeks to do what he wanted and not have to worry
about working.  The plan was to relax for the weekend and then go to
the home improvement store on Monday to get the needed supplies for
the first of four rooms he planned to remodel. All these thoughts were
bouncing around in his head as he fumbled with his keys. He hated
wearing gloves as he found it difficult to maneuver with them on but
hated the cold temperatures even more.  He finally located the key to
the door among forty plus keys that he had to carry because he never
knew when he might need them to do his job.  The lock turned and as
he stepped into the house he could feel the warm air on his face.
He sighed. It was a sigh of utter and total relief to be off the road
and out of the weather. Jim felt that he could finally relax after a
long day.

The clock on the mantle told Jim that it had taken him an hour to get
home.  He slipped off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door.
Jim sat on the long wooden bench that is to the right of the entranceway.
The bench resembled a church pew.  Jim felt it would be perfect for
what he wanted---a place to put things that he wanted to remember to
take to the post office and as a place to put on and take off his shoes.
The warm winter boots where hard coming off. Once off he placed them on
the rubber mat that was there to prevent mud and snow from spreading thru
the house. Jim put his slippers on and slowly walked across the living
room towards the staircase to the second floor.  As he walked he again
realized that this house is much bigger than he ever wanted or needed.
The price was right and he liked the fact that it was close by to work
so he knew he had to buy it, as property doesn't go on the market in
this area often.  The only thing that Jim didn't really like about the
location was the fact that the area seemed to have a very high percentage
of families with young children.  Jim didn't hate children but liked the
peace and quiet of the apartment he was living in before he bought the
house. It was situated in a neighborhood of retirees and he was one of
only a few that was not retired in the area.  He missed the quiet but
over the two years he learned to like the sounds of children playing nearby.

The beefy man ascended the staircase that lead to the section of the house
reserved for sleeping quarters. At the top of the stairs he turned to his
right and opened the double doors that were to entrance to a large Master
bedroom suite. The suite occupied one half of the second floor and contained
an oversized private bathroom, walk-in closet, and enough floor space to
make the California king sized bed seem too small for the space. He made
his way to his private bathroom and began to strip down and take a shower.
It was kind of silly that he thought of this as his "private bathroom"
since he lived alone.  He kicked the slippers off and tossed them just
inside his bedroom.  He removed all of his clothes and put them into the
hamper that was located just under the window on the far side of the bathroom.
Being he was very tired his aim was not as good as usual. As he picked up the
dirty socks and placed them in the hamper he glanced out the window and
noticed that Sean, the oldest son of Jenny and Phil Simmons, was arriving
home from his first semester at Collington College. Phil had mentioned that
Sean would be home for the winter break and Jim was glad that Sean made the
trip home safely. Jim returned to the vanity and gazed at his reflection in
the mirror. What he saw was a 40 year old with a body that most men his age
would die for.  He stood six foot two and showed no signs of body fat.  His
beefy frame was a solid 215 of nicely toned muscle.  A combination of the
physical aspects of his job and a lot of intense exercise were the secrets
to maintaining his body in peak condition. He glanced over his body and liked
what he saw.  As he continued to roam his reflection almost seductively the
feeling of satisfaction quickly faded.  The one thing about Jim's body that
he had always struggled with was his penis size.  Here was this amazing rugged
and fit specimen of a man that was cursed with a penis the size of a little
boy.

It has always been something that he was embarrassed about yet could do
nothing to change. In many ways it was a big part of the reason he was
single. He quickly dismissed any negative thinking and hopped in to the
shower. It was time to clean up and then relax for the night.

The water cascaded down the face of the big guy. It felt good to clean himself
off and warm his bones up from the long drive in the stormy weather. His thoughts
were only on how pleasant the shower felt and how relaxing the next seven weeks
would be. He was daydreaming while he rubbed the soap all over his smooth tight
body. The amount of pleasure that he derived from feeling his own body often
made him feel like he was making love to himself in some perverse way.  The
feeling was too good to stop. His big hands firm against his own skin caused
his body to tingle, his mind dreaming those hands belonged to some incredibly
handsome stud of a man. A bar of soap was being pushed up the crack of his ass.
He imagined the stud priming his ass for some more erotic activities. He yearned
for that stud to violate him and make him his own plaything---to do with, as he
liked. He slipped his finger inside his hole and pushed it as deep as he could.
He was lost in the feeling and consumed with the desire to have that stud. As he
probed his ass deeper and harder, adding a second finger and then a third, he was
painfully aware that his cock was rock hard and reached its four-inch maximum
length and three and one half inch circumference.  He stroked it using just his
middle finger and his thumb. He was careful to get his other fingers out of the
way as they would only prevent him from getting a good rhythm going and draining
his marble sized balls down the drain. It didn't take him long to shoot his load.
His head wobbled. His eyes fluttered. His jaw fell open. Then it happened. His
load came out of his cock with such unbelievable force that Jim had to hold the
side of the shower to steady him until his body came back in control. Once he was
back in control a smile of total satisfaction and ecstasy found its way on his
face with no conscious effort required. Jim was truly happy at that moment.  He
turned the water off, opened the shower door and began to dry himself off. When
he was amply dried off he walked into the bedroom, putting the slippers back on
as he entered the room.

The central feature of the master bedroom was a four-poster California king size bed.
The deep mahogany wood was in stark contrast to the tan walls and white deep pile
wall-to-wall carpeting. Jim went to the dresser and took a pair of red onionskin
running shorts and a white tank top out and put them on.  He glanced out the bedroom
window and noticed that the snow had stopped while he was in the shower. Taking
a closer look he estimated that the storm had dumped over eight inches of heavy
snow.  The last thing he wanted to do was to go and shovel snow.  He decided to
log on the Internet and see if anything exciting was going on. He headed out of
the master bedroom and into the second floor hallway.

The other half of the second floor contained what once was used as three large
bedrooms and a common bathroom for them to share. Jim used one of those rooms
as a place to set up his computer and store some boxes. The other two rooms
were totally empty and had not been occupied since he moved in. He planned
to change that over the next few weeks of remodeling.   After taking a quick
look at the rooms he turned his computer on and logged onto the Internet.
None of his friends were on and most of his emails were SPAM. He got bored
very quickly and turned the computer off.

It was now close to 6pm and he knew that it was time to do something for
food.  He figured since he was on vacation that he would order food to be
delivered for a change. The all-important question was "What do I want
to eat?" He worked his way back down the stairs and into the kitchen, where
his take out menus were kept neatly together in a binder. Eventually he
chose to order Chinese food. He called in a fairly healthy order with
lots of steamed veggies and white rice, some soup, and a few other tasty
items that amounted to a small banquet.  Now that food was out of the
way he needed to see what could be done with the snow so the delivery
guy could reach the door. He really didn't want to have to shovel it
himself. Then he remembered that Sean had just got home from college. He
figured it was worth a shot.  Sean had been the neighborhood boy that came
around each time it snowed to see if he could make a few dollars by shoveling
the drive for me.  He grabbed the phone and dialed the Simmons house. Phil
answered.  Jim was pretty friendly with Phil Simmons as Phil was part of the
management staff at Crestside Nursing.  Phil recognized him as soon as he
moved into the house.  He had seen him at work but never really had a reason
to speak with him.  As a result of their common place of employment they soon
developed a decent friendship.

"Hey Phil. How's things going over there? This is Jim next door."

"Well, things are a bit hectic here at the moment, Jim.  Sean just got in
and he and Josh are wrestling on the living room floor, which is really
driving Jenny up the walls. What do you need, buddy?"

"I was hoping that Sean might want to make a quick buck over here.  I'm
all relaxed and ready for a quiet night in front of the TV but I ordered
takeout and needed to get the walkway clear before the food arrives. I don't
know if he wants to make a few bucks or if he is too tired."

"Hang on, buddy. Let me check with him." (Comes back to the phone 30 seconds later)
 "Sure, Jim. Sean said to tell you he would be right over. Guess the kid
needs the money pretty bad because he sounded pretty excited about shoveling
snow. I know I've never sounded like that about snow." (Laughs)

"Thanks Phil. My back thanks you too. I'll look for Sean."

"Anytime Jim. By the way, don't forget where you work. That's one nice long
vacation you're starting. I envy you, buddy."

"Thanks again Phil and tell Jenny I said `hi'."

Jim loved when a plan came together. Now all he had to do is pay Sean for
the snow removal and pay the delivery guy for the food. It was worth the
money this night was costing him. Before Jim had a chance to think about
anything else the doorbell rang. It was Sean.

"Hey Mr. Dawson. My Dad said you needed to have your snow shoveled."

"Good to see you, Sean. You got home just in time to save me from having
to do it myself. I'm just starting my vacation and the last thing I want
to do is shovel snow---if you know what I mean."

"I hear you. I'm just starting MY vacation too but figured that I needed
the money so I'd shovel some snow.  I still need to get some Christmas
presents for the folks."

"Well, Sean. Seems like a win-win situation for us. You make a few bucks
and I get to save my back.  I'll open the garage door for you and you should
find everything you need just inside the door on the right.  When you finish
you can just come in the door to the kitchen. Do me a favor though---take your
boots off when you come in.  I'll probably be in the living room picking out
a movie for tonight or watching some TV."

"OK, Mr. Dawson.  I'll see you in a little while."

Jim watched Sean walking towards the garage. He couldn't help but notice
how much he had grown over the two years that he had known him.  He had
to be six feet tall now and was filling out nicely.  Sean was a handsome
kid too----with that wild, yet polite, look in his eye.  He turned on the
outside lights as he closed the door and made his way into the kitchen to
push the remote and open the garage door for Sean. That being done he
grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and headed into the living room.
He placed the open been bottle on the coffee table after taking a long
hard drink from it. He needed to pick out a couple of movies from his
DVD collection.  He always had a hard time deciding what movie to watch.
His collection was pretty extensive and included older movies and most
of the current hits.  Most of his movies were pirated from the Internet.
A friend of his taught him how to find movies and burn them onto CD so they
would play in his DVD player.  The disadvantage of this is that you don't
have to packaging that you get when you buy them so searching the titles
was a bit more tedious. Jim took the box he stores his movies in to the
couch and go thru them on the coffee table.  He became lost in time and
didn't hear Sean enter the house.  Sean's presence startled him at first.

"Didn't mean to spook you, Mr. Dawson.  I figured that you would hear me
coming in."

"It's OK, Sean. I just got immersed in trying to find something to watch."

Jim took a swig from the beer bottle and set it down on the table.

"Take you coat off and sit for a few, Sean.  Warm your bones up while I go
get my wallet. Do you want something to drink? Some hot coffee, cocoa or
something cold?"

"Wouldn't mind a beer if you have another one."

"How old are you now, Sean?  Are you old enough to be drinking?"

"I'm 19 and I drink beer all the time.  My Dad knows and it's cool with
him as long as I'm responsible about it. `No driving if you have anything
at all to drink and don't overdo it' is the usual lecture I get."

"If you're sure that you Dad is OK with it then I don't have a problem with
it.  Help yourself while I run upstairs."

Sean headed towards the kitchen. Jim couldn't help but stare at this body
as he made his way across the floor.  The boy was one fine looking young
man. Jim rose from the couch, grabbed his beer and heading up to his bedroom
to get his wallet.  As he climbed the stairs he took another swig from the
bottle. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for and headed
back to the living room.  When he arrived he found Sean had made himself
comfortable and was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hands.  He
watched the boy as he descended the staircase. His flattop haircut made
him look so military. The three hoops in his left ear combined with the
oversized baggy jeans and football jersey made him look like your average
college jock. Sean was looking at some of the DVDs in the Jim's collection
while he waited for Jim to return.  It was Sean's turn to get immersed in
the titles and not hear Jim approaching.

"So how's college life, Sean? Treating you OK I hope."

"Oh wow. I didn't hear you come down the stairs. Sorry about that. Hope
you don't mind my looking thru your DVDs."

"No problem, Sean. See anything you like there."

"You have a ton of movies.  Haven't heard of half of them. Oh well, college
is cool. I'm getting the chance to try a lot of things out that I have
wanted to without the parents around---if you know what I mean.  It's been
a good first semester."

"How do you think you did?"

"Not bad.  I could have done better I know but went to a few parties more
than I should have. I'm not flunking out or anything and I'm sure my
grades will be respectable.  Next semester will be better though. Can't
party like I did this one." (Laughs)

"So how much do I owe you, Sean?"

"How's twenty five bucks sound to you? That fair?"

"Sounds more than fair to me, Sean. That was some heavy snow and
I'm just glad that I wasn't the one that had to shovel it."

Jim fumbles thru his wallet and pulls out two twenty-dollar bills.

"Take forty bucks.  I'm sure you can use the extra money this time
of the year and I really appreciate you coming right over."

"Cool. I sure can. Like I said I partied a bit too much this semester.
Didn't earn a lot of money while I was in school."

Just then the doorbell rang.  I had to be the delivery guy.  Jim rose
from the couch and went to the door bringing his wallet with him in
case he was right. He glanced out the peephole and saw that it was
his dinner arriving. He opened the door and a young Asian man stood
there with a cardboard box containing a series of take out cartons
and containers. The delivery guy looked at the slip that was taped to the box.

"That's $31.43, Sir."

Jim pulled thirty-five dollars from his wallet and handed it to the man.

"Don't worry about the change.  All set."

The deliveryman handed the box to Jim and thanked him as he headed back
to his car. Jim closed the door and turned the exterior lights off.  He
returned to the couch and set the box on the coffee table along side the
DVDs.  Sean had been looking thru the DVDs while Jim was at the door. He
had a puzzled and mischievous look on his face and asked,
"Where did you get all these DVDs from, Mr. Dawson?"

"Well, I collect them."

"But where do you get them from?  They don't look like the ones you get
at the mall."

"No, you're right, Sean.  They aren't from the mall.  I get them from the
Internet. Then I burn them onto disc so I can collect them.  Saves a ton of
money and gives me tons of DVDs.  I'm always getting something new to watch."

"We had this big deal about that at the college.  Have you heard about
those college dudes that were arrested for doing that? They were doing
it in their dorm rooms and sharing the movies with friends. Busted for
it and the movie companies are looking for them to pay big bucks for doing it."

"Actually, I did hear that.  But other than you no one knows I have these.
You can keep a secret can't you, Sean?"

Sean just looked at the DVDs in his hands.  Thoughts were running thru his
mind as he glanced at some of the titles. `Boys of Summer'.. `Barely Legal
Boys'.. `Teen Party Boys' .. `Young Masters, Older Slaves' .. `Wet, Wild and
Wicked Weekend with the boys'.

"Sean? You CAN keep a secret I hope."

"Mind if I stay around for a while and watch a few movies with you?"

"Well, I was just going to have my dinner, Sean."

"You have some pretty interesting titles here, Mr. Dawson.  Sure would
love to see what they are all about."

"I did order quite a bit of food.  You have to call your folks first and
clear it with them.  I don't want them worried about where you are or what
you are doing. If they are OK with it then it's fine."

Sean snatched his cel phone dialed his house.  His Mom answered the phone.

"Hey Mom.  I'm still next-door at Mr. Dawson's house.  We were just
sitting around talking after I finished shoveling.  Is it OK if I hang
out and watch a movie with him? He had some pretty cool titles that I
haven't seen before."

"I don't know, Sean.  We're just about ready for dinner here."

"Mr. Dawson said that he ordered too much food and that I was welcome
to have some if I stayed. Please?"

"Alright but don't make a pest of yourself."

"Thanks Mom. I'll be good."

Sean hung up the phone and set it down on the coffee table and turned
to Jim with a smile, "No problem. I can stay. Cool?"

Jim smiled back and couldn't help but admire Sean's good looks.

"Cool. I'll go get some plates and silverware and you find something
to watch. OK?"

"Deal. Oh, and how about another beer with dinner?"

Sean had a devilish grin on his face this time as he just assumed a
second beer would be acceptable. Jim didn't usually drink more than
one or two beers in a sitting, as he wasn't very good at holding his
alcohol, but figured that he wasn't going anywhere and Sean just had
to make it next door. He tilted his head as if to question the boy and
a smirked back at him before conceding, "I guess since we are both starting
our vacation its reason to have a second round."

"Cool. I'll find something to watch."

Jim made his way to the kitchen and found the needed items for dinner
while Sean was studying the selection of DVDs for the evening.  Sean
was placing certain ones off to the side in a neat pile as if planning
a marathon of movies to watch. He finally selected a one that contained
bloopers from sporting events as the one to watch while eating.  Jim
returned with everything they needed for dinner and set it down on the
table along side the takeout food. He picked the box of food from the
table and placed it along side the couch out of the way. Sean handed
him the video he selected and explained.

"I thought while we ate we could watch something that didn't require
concentration. This way we could shoot the breeze and eat at the same
time.  After we eat we can watch something else. Is that OK, Mr. Dawson?"

"Good idea, Sean. Good idea. Let me put it in and then we can dig in."

"Cool." Sean said as he finished off his first beer and reach over to
get the second one for the evening. Jim returned to the couch and passed
Sean a plate and some silverware. Next came the procession of containers
of takeout containers.

"Dig in, Sean. There is plenty of food." Jim stated as he continued to
place the food on the table and rattle off what each container was. Sean
began to load his plate as Jim finished placing the last of the containers
on the table. Soon they were both eating and watching the video. Small
banter was exchanged during the meal and after a while both seemed to be
satisfied that they had eaten more than enough food.  Jim looked at the
food that was remaining and exclaimed.

"What was I thinking when I called that order in? Good thing you wanted
to join me for dinner. Even with the two of us eating there is still a
ton of food leftover. Did you enjoy it, Sean?"

"Awesome, Mr.Dawson. Haven't had Chinese foods in a while. I'm stuffed.
Thanks for letting me stay. Mom was making one of her famous pasta dishes
tonight. I'm so sick of pasta. They serve it in the dining hall at
school all the time. This was great.  How about I give you a hand
cleaning up and then we watch another video?"

"Tell you what, Sean. You pick the next movie and I'll get this stuff
put away. It won't take much to clean up. I'm just going to put the
dishes in the dishwasher and pile the rest of this stuff in the refrigerator.
I'll be right back."

Jim piled the dishes together and took them to the kitchen and came back
to pack up the food. He noticed that Sean was kicking back on the couch
and not really looking for something to watch. He put the containers of
leftovers back in the box they were delivered in and headed back towards
the kitchen. As he was leaving the room he heard Sean call to him,
"How about another beer, Mr. Dawson?"

"You finished the second one already? Take it slow, Sean. I don't want
you to get sick and have to explain that to your folks."

Sean laughed and replied, "I drink a lot more than three beers at school
without getting sick. It's cool. I can hold my own, Mr. Dawson. Please?"

Jim admired the young man's control of his liquor and figured that no
harm would be done.

"You got it, Sean. Just please don't get sick on me."

"Not a problem. I won't get sick."

Jim returned to the couch with another beer and handed it to Sean.
The top was quickly twisted off and Sean took a swig, looked at Jim
and vocalized a loud, "Aaahhh, yeah. I love beer."

The sound and comment made Jim giggle as he repeated, "Just don't get sick."

"It's OK. Don't sweat it."

"OK. So what did you pick for a video?"

"I'm curious about this one. Pop that bad boy in and we can both see
what it's all about."

Jim took the DVD but really didn't look at the label on it. He loaded it
in the machine and sat down on the couch next to Sean, who had picked up
the remote control and pressed the `play' button., "So what have we here,
Mr. D"

Jim noticed that Sean hadn't called him `Mr. Dawson' as he always had but,
instead, had referred to him as `Mr. D', something he wasn't accustomed to.
Jim's face went pale as he looked at the screen and saw what Sean had
selected. This was one of his `secret' videos. No one was meant to see
then but him.  Somehow they must have all ended up in the same box. He
quickly tried to get the remote but Sean held it as far away from him
as he could.  Sean laughed and commented, "Is this a part of the secret
of the DVDs that you wanted me to keep?"

"Please, Sean. Turn the video off."

"I don't think so. This is too good. I want to see the rest of it."

"Sean, this isn't funny.  Please."

"Relax, Jimbo. I'm not going to say anything. I just want to see."

Sean's last statement gave Jim some relief. At least Sean wasn't going
to make a big deal out of the video----or so Jim thought. Just as Jim was
starting to breath easy Sean dropped the bomb and informed him, "As long
as we can reach an agreement I won't say a word about any of this. It sure
would be a shame to have you go away. I mean, I know I'm away but that's
only for four years. I think this stuff would send you away for a lot
longer than that."

Jim's voice was noticeably quivering as he said, "What do you want, Sean.
Money? Tell me how much. I'm not rich but I do OK. How much to keep quiet
about all this?"

Sean just looked at him and laughed before saying, "This isn't about money.
I'm just having some fun here. Relax and enjoy the ride."

"If it isn't about money then why? What do you want from me?"

Sean had an evil look on his face as he said, "Let's start with a blowjob,
Jimbo, and we can negotiate the rest."

Jim's face grew paler than it already was. He couldn't believe that this
kid was going to blackmail him over some DVDs. He decided to see if he
could talk his way out of this.

"Sean, I don't think I'd go to jail for making copies of videos from the
Internet. I might get fined for copyright infringement but that's about all.
So let's just cut the bull."

"Oh really, Jimbo? OK if you think that's all that is going on here we
can see how far it goes. I wonder what kind of `fines' they impose for
kiddie porn. Any idea? You seem to have quite the collection of it too.
While you were in the kitchen getting me my second beer I took a few
nice pictures of your collection with my phone-cam. I emailed them off
to myself already so I'll have them when I get home. Nice thing about
this phone is the pictures it takes are really high resolution----good
enough to read all the handwriting on the DVDs. I'm sure that the
authorities have a way to match the handwriting to the person.  Of
course the fact that I have a few pictures of the collection as a
whole with your picture in the background as you were in the refrigerator
getting me my beer---that should make it easy for the authorities to tell
who the owner of the DVDs is.  NOW, with all that said do you STILL
want to mess with me or do I get that blowjob now?"

Jim knew he was screwed if he didn't do what the kid wanted. At the
same time he couldn't help but think of Phil Simmons, Sean's father.
They had become pretty good friends over the years. What would he think
if he were to find out? Jim knew that he had to make sure that Phil
NEVER found out, as it would ruin him not only in the neighborhood but
also at work, where Phil was the Human Resources Director. Defeated for
the time being, Jim gave in and told Sean, "I'll do whatever you want.
Just don't tell anyone about this and destroy those pictures. You could
ruin my life if someone found them by accident. Please, Sean."

Sean just laughed at Jim's predicament and leaned back on the couch.
He had the remote control in one hand and his cel phone in the other.
He looked right into Jim's eyes and said, "You know where to start,
Jimbo. I'm in need of a blowjob. Hop to it."

A look of total defeat came over Jim's face and he resigned to say,
"OK, Sean. You win."

"Nice. Now get on the floor and crawl your ass over to me. I don't
want to have to do a thing. Get between my legs and take it out for
me nice and slow."

Jim did as he was told and slid off the couch onto the floor and made
his way to the college boy. He climbed over Sean's outstretched left
leg and found himself staring at the crotch of his baggy jeans.
Instructions were given and Jim followed them. First he was made
to undo the buckle on his belt and then unsnap the jeans. Sean then
had him move his face in close and smell his crotch. What Jim didn't
know was that while he was following orders Sean was taking a few more
pictures with his phone-cam. Sean wanted to make sure that he kept
Jim under control and the added pictures were the guarantee.  What
Sean didn't know is that Jim was secretly enjoying this. He had always
lusted after the boy but because of his friendship with the boy's father
he had never considered the idea of sex with him. This was starting
to become a win-win situation.

Sean then ordered Jim to lower his zipper. He then lifted his ass slightly
off the couch and Jim, without being told, knew this was his cue to slip
the jeans down a little. He did what was expected. The next order came
as soon as Sean's black jockstrap was in plain view. The shirt came
off exposing the young man's semi hairy chest and nipple rings. Jim
really liked what he saw and started thinking that he would actually
enjoy this. That thought was killed almost as quick as it arrived
when Sean stated, "OK, Jimbo. Standup and give me a strip show.
I want to see you naked when you do this. Hop to it, boy."

Jim wasn't expecting that and tried to protest, "Why, Sean? You want a
blowjob and I'll give you one. Let me just get this over with so we
can settle all this once and for all, OK"

"Not good enough, Jimbo.  I want to see you naked on your knees sucking
my cock. Take the clothes off NOW or else I go public."

He had no choice but to comply. As he took off what little clothing he
was wearing Sean continue to add to his photo collection. First the
shirt exposing the big man's smooth well defined upper body. Sean was
truly impressed. Then the running shorts dropped and Sean couldn't help
but laugh at the man, "I guess you're not the big man I always thought
you were. This is sweet. Mother nature sure has a sense of humor."

Jim was humiliated that the boy was mocking him and attempted to cover
his small but very erect cock. Sean stopped him almost immediately ordering,
"Get your hands on your side. I want to have a good look at you. Damn, Jimbo
you got short changed. It's cute though. It's funny seeing a big man like
you with a little dinky boy dick.  Now I know why I never see you
dating---men or women."

"Alright, Sean. You've had your laugh. Can we just get this over with now?"

Sean removed his jeans and set them off to the side of the couch.
He reclined back on the couch and barked, "Down boy, on your knees
and back in position. I'm ready for some mouth action now."

The big man dropped down on all fours and made his way back between
the boy's legs. He found himself staring at the jockstrap. He couldn't
help but notice the size of the bulge. This boy certainly didn't have a
boy dick. Sean just watched as the man stared at his package, "You like
the looks of that, boy? Wish you had a package like that?"

Sean continued to mock the man and degrade him for his small endowment.
Jim was at a loss for words and felt insignificant under the boy's tirade
of insults. What made matters worse is that all of them were true. It
left him feeling vulnerable and totally humiliated. He was brought back
into focus when the boy demanded, "Take the jock off using your teeth,
boy. I want to watch you pull them down NOW."

Jim made several attempts to get the fabric in his mouth. He was
grinding his face in the boy's crotch doing his best to follow the
orders. He could feel the boy's cock swelling and getting harder as
he worked on completing the ordered task. More pictures were taken as
he struggled. Finally he had a good grip on the job and lowered it down
the boy's legs. As the man-sized cock came free it sprang up and slapped
Jim just under his nose leaving a trail of pre-cum as a reminder it was
there.  That very moment was captured by the phone-cam. Sean was impressed
with himself that he was able to catch the image. Once his jock had been
removed Sean was ready for some action.  All the events leading up to this
had made him extremely horny and he didn't know how much longer he could
go before he burst his load. Knowing he had to get off soon he just made
one final order, "Suck me NOW and don't stop until I tell you to or else."

Jim took all seven thick inches into his mouth and began to suck it long
and hard. He was working his mouth up and down the shaft taking as much
of the cock as he could. Sean set the remote control down and grabbed
the back of the man's head. He pushed hard forcing the remaining two
inches down Jim's throat. The man gagged. Sean eased up only to repeat
the action another half dozen times---gagging Jim each time. He had a
nice picture of his cock buried in the big man's mouth. Now he just needed
one better picture to seal the man's fate. He steadied the phone-cam and
instructed Jim, "Look me in the eye, boy. I want to see the look on your
face with my cock deep in your throat."

Jim did what he was told and stared up at the boy. It was then that he
realized the boy had been taking pictures of all his cocksucking activities.
The look in his eyes was enough to send Sean over the top. His seed began to
shoot into the man's mouth. He yanked the man's head back and allowed
the remaining four shots of cum to land on the man's face. He took a couple
of great shots of the man between his legs, dripping cock by his chin,
cum on his face and kiddie porn collection in the background.  This was
the money shot. Sean was pleased. He emailed the last of the pictures to
himself and turned the phone off. He looked down at the man and
contentedly stated, "That was cool, Jimbo. I needed that so bad."

Jim remained on the floor between the boy's legs. Cum was running down his
face but he didn't dare move. He was in shock and didn't know how to react.
Sean just leaned back and placed his head on the back of the couch. He was
drained. After a couple of minutes he glanced back down at Jim and said,
"This is going to be the best vacation I've ever had. We're going to have
a lot of fun, Jimbo."

It was now apparent to Jim that Sean was not going to be happy with just
this one blowjob. He sounded as if he was pleading when he said, "I thought
we had a deal. I'd give you a blowjob and you'd destroy the pictures.  You
promised, Sean. Please."

With a snide laugh Sean replied, "Yeah, I know what I promised. I always
keep my word. So I'll destroy the pictures we discussed when I made that
promise. Besides, I don't really need them with this new collection of
pictures now, do I?"

"This isn't fair, Sean. I've always been good with you. Why are you doing this?"

"Yeah you've been good and I hope you continue to be a good boy. As to
why I'm doing this? I'm bored. Almost all my friends are away and I have
a month at home with nothing to do. Now quit whining like a little bitch
and go wash your face. When you get back I'll tell you what I have in mind."

Jim rose from the floor and made his way to the first floor bathroom to
clean the drying cum from his face. His head was spinning from the events
that just took place and he was lost as to what to do. Sean had messed
with his head in a way that he was confused and scared at the same time
that he was turned on and totally humiliated. The mixed emotions had him
dazed.  He was glad to be going to the bathroom to clean his face. He needed
a few minutes alone to try to gather his thoughts and find a way to end
what was quickly becoming a nightmare.  When he reached the bathroom sink
he looked at himself in the mirror. The vision in the mirror both disgusted
and excited. He had always fantasized having a man shoot their load on his
face---but had never thought it would be the boy next-door. The idea of
being blackmailed certainly scared him intensely. He had to try to talk
some sense into the boy. He had to convince him that those pictures must
be destroyed. The risk of having them around was too great.  Jim was
staring at himself in the mirror and letting his mind wonder. He was
lost in time as his mind raced from one thing to another. Suddenly he
was brought back to reality by the sound of Sean yelling to him from
the other room, "Hurry up, Jimbo. It doesn't take that long to wash your
face. I know it was a big load but come on! Get your ass back in here. We
have a lot to talk about."

Jim knew from the sound of Sean's voice that talking him out of doing
anything stupid wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it would be.
He quickly washed his face and went back to the living room where Sean
was waiting for him. The look on the young man's face said it all. He
looked as if he had just been made king and that everyone must answer
to him now. The world was at his command and no one could refuse his
commands. Jim made his way slowly to the couch and began to sit down.
Sean quickly snapped, "Not so fast. From now on when I am in the room
you are expected to sit at my feet like a good boy. I don't care what
you do when I'm not here but the second I'm in the room you will lower
yourself to me. That means if I walk in you will drop to your knees.
If I sit down you will sit on the floor. If I lay in bed you will lay
at the foot of the bed. I am now your superior in every way.  If you
don't do what I want then ALL the pictures go public and emails will
go out to everyone you know---both personally and professionally. Do
you understand what I'm saying?"

"I understand, Sean. I think this is getting way out of hand though.
Don't you think that you've played this game a bit too far?"

Sean quickly backhanded Jim across his face and snapped, "First off,
you don't talk back to me. Secondly, I don't think you should call me
by my first name any longer----not with the change in events here. I
think that `Sir' would be more appropriate since YOU have the boy dick
and I have the man dick.  And finally, this is not a game for me. Soon
you'll find that it isn't a game for you either. I may only be 19 but
ever since I first popped a boner I have wanted to have my very own
slave boy. I've been waiting for six years for the opportunity that
you present me tonight. No way is this a game and no way is it close
to being over. We're just getting started, Jimbo. NOW do you REALLY
understand what I'm saying?"

Reluctantly Jimbo answered, "Yes Sir."

"That's much better. We're making progress. Now I want you to call
my house and ask my folks if they mind if I stay the night as I promised
to help you with some work around the house in the morning and you wanted
to get an early start. Tell them you are paying me to do the work and
I said that I could use the money. Don't screw it up. If they say `no'
then I will assume you didn't really try hard and will go public with
the pictures. Am I clear?"

Resigned to the reality of the situation Jimbo agreed and made the call.
He was convincing and Sean's folks had no problem with his staying over.
They had in fact thanked Jimbo for giving their son the opportunity to
make some extra money. Sean sat back on the couch while the call was
made. His foot kept playing with the big man's small cock---teasing
it and stroking it. It was driving Jimbo to the edge and back. Once
the phone was put down Sean kicked Jimbo in his little ball sack and
watched the big man keel over. Knowing that he now had all night to
play he decided to get to business and told Jimbo, "Time to set the
rules and make some goals.  Get some paper and pen. I'm going to
dictate a few lists to you. Make sure you write them just as I tell
you. Got it?"

He exclaimed, "Yes, Sir. Got it." as he went to retrieve the items
requested. He returned to the living room and sat down on the floor
by the coffee table.

"First list will be a shopping list. Go ahead and label a page `Things
to buy'. Label the second page `Things to learn', the third `Rules to
follow' and the last page will be marked `Miscellaneous Tasks and Items'.
Got it all?"

"Yes, Sir."

Sean began to add items to each of the lists as he thought of things.
Jimbo kept writing and didn't say a word or ask a question---despite
some of the unusual things he was told to write. He figured that it
was best to just let Sean do his thing. Sean would be going back to
college in a few weeks and then this nightmare should be over and
done with.  He would just have to put up with it in the meantime.
The final lists looked as follows:

Things to buy:
1.	Thick leather dog collar
2.	Two stainless steel dog dished
3.	Enema bag and attachments
4.	2 inch PVC pipe elbow
5.	Large cock ring
6.	Two extra small padlocks
7.	Ben Gay back cream
8.	Shower drain fitting (top part only)
9.	Alligator clamps (from electrical supply department)
10.	Broom stick
11.	Two large eye hooks
12.	50 feet of clothesline
13.	Two packages of Depends Extra Absorbent Overnight Garments
14.	Two large adult sized Rumba pants (from specialty store online)
15.	One extra large pacifier
16.	Assortment of various size butt plugs/dildos
17.	One inflatable vibrating butt plug (extra large)
18.	Five pairs of crotchless panties (one hot pink, one red, one black, one purple and one lavender)
19.	Two tubes of lipstick (one bright red and one hot pink)
20.	Two bottles of fingernail polish (one bright red and one hot pink)
21.	Four jars of Vaseline
22.	Raggedy Ann doll
23.	One box of extra large dog biscuits
24.	Two cases of Alpo dog food
25.	A pair of safety goggles
26.	A can of black spray paint
27.	Two pairs of handcuffs

Things to Learn:
1.	Obedience
2.	Submission
3.	How to deep throat
4.	How to clean your ass properly
5.	How to be ready to serve sexually
6.	How to respond around new people
7.	How to serve as a house boy
8.	How to entertain when told to

Rules to Follow:
1.	Always address Sean as `Sir'
2.	Always address Sean's friends as `Mister (first name)'
3.	Always remain lower than Sean when he is present
4.	Never answer back
5.	Never question an instruction given
6.	Never hesitate when given instructions
7.	Never complain

Miscellaneous Items
1.	Find a baby sitter
2.	Create a play room
3.	Teach dog new tricks
4.	Meet new people

Jimbo was terrified now.  What were all these things on the list all about?
How did Sean intend to use these things? What's the deal with the baby sitter?
I don't have a dog so what's up with all the dog stuff? Questions kept coming
into his mind but no answers followed. As if knowing that Jimbo was confused
Sean spoke up, "Don't worry about the lists. You'll find out when you need
to know. All I know is that for the next month that I'm home you and I are
going to have a lot of fun---whether you like it or not."

Jimbo was silent. Sean instructed him to crawl into the kitchen with the
lists in his mouth, put the lists on the kitchen table and crawl back to
him when it was done. Jimbo did, as he was told, afraid of the consequences
if he disobeyed.  When he returned he found Sean turning the TV and DVD
player off. Sean tilted his beer bottle back and drained the remaining
beer into his mouth. He looked at Jimbo, held the empty in front of his
mouth and simply said, "Fetch another, boy"

It was clear what Sean wanted. Jimbo opened his mouth and took the bottle
gently from him. He crawler his way back to the kitchen, disposed of the
empty, and retrieved a fresh beer from the refrigerator. Carrying the
bottle in his mouth, back to his new master he stopped at Sean's feet
and just looked up at him. Sean smirked and took the bottle from Jimbo's
mouth. Sean reached down and ruffled Jimbo's hair saying, "Good boy.
You're a quick learner. Now, show me to the Master's bedroom----that
would now be MY bedroom. Move boy."

Jimbo crawled his way to the stairs and worked his way to the second floor.
Sean was directly behind him teasing him and berating him all the way up.
Every few steps he would slap Jimbo's ass and tell him to move faster.  At
the top of the stairs Jimbo made his way to the door of the Master bedroom.
Once the door was open Sean stepped in front of him and entered the bedroom.
He liked what he saw. Sean went to the large bed and flopped down on it.
He was having the time of his life messing with Jimbo's head.  He decided
to find out what was running thru the big man's head. It was time to take
the final step to making the man his totally.  Time to change direction
and let him think all is going to be fine long enough to make him desire
that Sean continue what he is doing. He looked at Jimbo on all fours
waiting like a faithful dog for his next order to come.  He smiled at
him. It was time for the next phase. He looked at Jimbo and said, "OK,
Jimbo. Here's the deal. I know I've been messing with you head. I know
you are scared of what I might do with those pictures. Come up here and
lay next to me.  Let's just get to know each other better. I want to
know how you feel. I want to know what your desires in life are. I want
to know what turns you on. I want to know you intimately. Let's forget
all that I put you thru and just spend a night as lovers. I want to feel
you in my arms. I want you mouth on mine, you chest on mine, you eyes
looking into mine. I've always thought you were a stud. I've known I was
gay since I first popped a boner in Junior High.  I've had a few boyfriends
over the years. My folks are cool with my sexuality and it's not an issue
with my friends. What I've always wanted was a handsome man like you to spend
my life with. I'm sorry I messed with your head. I don't want to hurt you
in any way. I just wanted to have sex with you and couldn't think of a way
to get that. Maybe I went about things the wrong way. Will you forgive me?
Will you let me share your bed with you? I want to make love to you in the
worse way."

Jimbo was all messed up now. What just happened? Why the sudden change?
Whatever it was he was happy to see it.  Secretly he had always lusted
after the boy. He found Sean to be one of the hottest kids he had seen.
Now that he was 19 and in college he looked even hotter than he had before.
Sean had the makings of a total stud. Could it really be that this kid had
the hots for him? Could this all be just some twisted way of getting him in
bed? He sure hoped so. Maybe he was getting what he really wanted----a studly
man to make him into his sex toy.  He spoke softly to Sean and expressed his
feelings as he climbed onto the bed with him.

"Sean, I forgive you for all the stuff earlier. I've been lonely and alone
for so long that I can understand going to extremes to find what you're
looking for. There is nothing I would love more than to share my bed with
you. I've always found you hot. I can't believe you would go to these
lengths just to be with me. I want to make passionate love to you. I want
to share my body with you. I can't wait to feel your body pressed to mine
and your tongue down my throat."

"Cool. Glad to hear it. What I need now though is a shower. Want to join me?"

"I'd love to, Sean."

The two men stood from the bed. As the rounded the two sides they
came together and Sean extended his hand towards Jimbo. Jimbo took
the young man's hand and they stopped for a long embrace. Sean's hands
found their way to Jimbo's back and drew him close. Their bodies touched
and they tightly hugged each other. Sean looked into Jimbo's eyes,
smiled and gently, lovingly, kissed his lips. The younger man then
rested his head on the older man's shoulder and they both reveled
in the feel of the other's body. It was a moment to be cherished by
both men. Jimbo didn't want the moment to end. He had longed for this
kind of embrace for too long. He had desired the feel of love all his
life. No experience he had ever had felt like this embrace. No sexual
encounter he had ever had was this intense in feelings. The men lingered
in each other's arms for several moments, each waiting for the other to
end the embrace and dreading, at the same time, the moment that would happen.


...to be continued.


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