Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2009 15:03:11 -0700
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Jake and the Sissy, Part Five

Jake and Tom were at the university gym, lifting.  They finished a set and
Tom was busy flexing in the mirror, so Jake went to get a drink from the
water fountain.  He heard a voice behnd him.

"Hey."

He turned, and saw Dirk "Tiny" Swenson standing behind him.  Swenson was a
massive shotputter, 6'6", 300+ lbs of beef. He was one of the few guys who
could make Jake feel somewhat intimidated.

"What can I do for you, Dirk?"

Swenson looked somewhat uncomfortable.  He lowered his voice.

"I heard that you, uh...like boys.  That you've got a sissy that you
fuck...is that right?"

Jake was taken aback.  While he didn't try to hide his relationship with
Timmy, he didn't flaunt it here at the school either.  He wondered how
Swenson knew.

"Well, yeah.  So?" he replied, a little defensively.

"Don't get excited.  I just wanted to talk to you about that, if you got
some time."

"You could come over to my place now if you want.  We're done here."

And so Jake found himself seated at his place, knocking back a brew with
the gigantic man, wondering where this was heading.

"Here's the thing," Swenson began.  "Chicks don't really dig me.  I mean, I
hafta practically live in the gym and on the field.  They don't want to
deal with that.  Plus, my size kinda scares 'em."

"So...you thought you might like to give boys a try?"

"Yeah.  I mean, kids love me.  They kinda hero-worship me, ya know?  I feel
like a boy would be a good match for me.  But I haven't got a clue how to
find one.  I mean, the right kind, ya know?"

"I see. And you thought I might be able to help."

"Yeah; I thought maybe your boy might have some friends..."

All this was passed on to Timmy that night, and the next day at school, he
was watching the boys in his class, with an eye to finding one who might
like a man like Swenson.  There was no shortage of possibilities.  Since
the "Try Boys" movement had taken off, there were many boys who were open
about their desire for men, and the stigma was rapidly fading.

However..."Tiny" presented a unique challenge.  His size ruled out the
smaller boys.  And the bigger, more athletic boys were not, as a rule, the
type to want to submit to a man.

While thinking about all this, Timmy's eyes happened to come to rest on
Dalton Presley.  Dalton was 14, and a good size for his age.  He was also
strong.  But not because he was a jock.  Dalton was a ballet dancer.

"Could be," Timmy thought. The arts boys were often sissys at heart, and
his soft beauty would no doubt appeal to a rugged stud like Swenson.  But
the boy's strength could probably withstand regular pummeling from the
horny stud.  And flexibility is always an asset...

The following Friday evening, Dalton stood on his front porch, waiting
nervously.  He was not at all certain about this.  Yes, he was curious what
it might be like with a man.  And that Timmy kid was certainly persuasive.
But what if this guy was a jerk?  Worse, what if he raped Dalton?  Strong
or not, Dalton could never fight off a man that size.  He had Googled
Swenson and knew as much about his athletic achievements and formidable
strength as anyone could.  He had also become very aroused by the pictures
of the mighty Swenson in lycra, his huge assets on full display.

A truck pulled up to the curb, and Swenson got out of the cab.  He
approached Dalton and extended his hand.

"Hi.  I'm Dirk."

"Dalton," the boy murmured nervously.

An hour later, he felt Swensons huge arm encircle his shoulders as they
watched a movie.  It was a romance, to Dalton's surprise, and he found it
very touching.  In fact, he was finding everything about Dirk a pleasant
surprise.  He was a perfect gentleman, opening doors for the boy, pulling
out his chair at the table, holding his hand gently.  Dalton was relaxing
more and more.  He liked the big man, and he liked being courted this way.

With a sigh, he let his head fall onto Dirk's bulging shoulder. Dirk placed
a sweet kiss on top of his head.

"Golly," the boy sighed.  The smell of Dirk's cologne, combined with his
natural man-scent, filled his senses, and he felt his young cock stirring.
He turned his face to meet Dirk's and their lips connected.  Swenson's
tongue pushed into his mouth, and the boy sensed the need in the big man.
It thrilled him to be able to arouse such passion.  His hand slid up Dirk's
pantleg until he found the swelling manmeat inside.

"Oh my gosh, he's big!"

Following the movie, the two took a walk through the park.  Dalton slipped
his hand into Dirk's back pocket, and Swenson wrapped his arm around the
boy's shoulders.

"Dirk, I want to show you something."

He led the big man through some bushes to a flight of old abandoned steps.
They climbed to the top, where a small flat space afforded a view of the
town.

"This is my special place where I come sometimes to be alone. I've never
shown it to anyone else."

They sat together, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Baby," Dirk began: "I'm knew at this, and I don't know what the rules are.
I want you so much, but I don't want to scare you off by pushing for too
much too fast.  You gotta give me a clue here."

"Oh, Dirk; that's so sweet.  I am a little frightened, I must admit.  You
are so big and strong.  But I know now you would never hurt me.
Still...for tonight, could I just..."

The boy whispered into Swenson's ear, who grinned.

"Ah, babe, that'd be awesome!"

The boy unzipped Dirk's pants and reached in, hauling out the giant inside.

"Oh, darling!  It's magnificent!"  He began to lick all over the meaty
shaft, as it swelled to it's full size.  Dirk worked his pants down so his
bull balls could rest on the ground, and leaned back on his elbows to enjoy
the sensations.

Dalton stroked the marvelous phallus and took the huge cockhead into his
mouth.  Pre-cum bubbled out of the piss-slit as he licked and sucked.  Dirk
had been saving this load up for days, and it didn't take long for Dalton
to be rewarded with a thick fountain of man-juice.  Instinctively he
swallowed, as Dirk groaned and thrust.  At last the torrent subsided.
Dalton raised his flushed face to Dirk's and they kissed passionately.

"How did I do, dear?"

"Ah, sweetie...I mean...fuck...jeez...I never felt anything like that."

The two cuddled.

"Listen, Dalton..honey...do you think... I mean...would ya want to be like,
ya know...my boy?"

"Oh, Dirk!"  The boy threw his arms around the thick neck and kissed the
man all over his face.

"I'd love to be your boy!"

Lying in Jake's arms, Timmy said: "I wonder how that big stud and Dalton
are getting along?  I hope he didn't try to pork him right off the bat."

"Naw, I warned him to be gentle.  But I hope the kid didn't leave him
frustrated either."

"No, I told him to at least give him a hand job."

"Then they should be fine.  Say, do you think we could start charging for
this service?"

They laughed.