Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2017 16:40:47 -0500
From: Finney Kutcher <subwritter@gmail.com>
Subject: Being Mr.Bradley's Bitch (1) (Adult Youth)

My lungs filled as I took a deep breath before raising my hand and knocking
twice. I stepped back and waited for Mr.Bradley to come to the door. I had
knocked on his door many times this summer after mowing his lawn but there
was something about Mr.Bradley that always managed to intimidate me. Maybe
it was because he was a 30-something year old man who wasn't married, or
because he was always so serious. Maybe it was his deep dark eyes, or maybe
it was just cause he was so much taller than me.

"Hey Jake" he said as he opened the door. "Done already?"

"Yep." I said hoping to get the interaction over as quickly as possible.

"I think I left my wallet in my bedroom, come on in and I'll go grab it."
He walked away quickly, leaving the door open behind him.

I cautiously stepped through the doorway and into his huge house.
Everything was so clean and orderly, I wondered what he did to be able to
afford such a luxurious place.  I stopped at a picture on the wall, it was
a picture of Mr.Bradley with a couple of friends on a beach. He looked a
hell of a lot younger in the photo. He was shirtless on the beach and
magnificent.

I had known I liked guys for about a year and a half now but I still hadn't
actually told anyone. He was smiling in the picture and I realized I had
never seen him smile. He had a nice smile, there was something about his
smile that I couldn't quite place, it was strong and sexy, but that wasn't
quite it. God was he attractive; 6"4' and muscular, he had these gorgeous
large pecs, chiseled abs, and perfectly shaped biceps. But that wasn't all
of it, his short dark hair framed by his sharp jawline and his deep dark
eyes. I really didn't understand why he wasn't married yet.

"That was from a spring break trip in college" I jumped at the sound of his
voice.

"Oh," I said turning around, he was looking through his wallet.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Ten dollars" I said looking around the room some more, I knew if I looked
at him too much I would get a hard on.

"Really, I thought it was more last time, ah whatever." I had sort walked
out of the foyer and into his living room. I noticed a small pride flag
hanging on his mantel. My heart started pounding, no wonder he wasn't
married. The world seemed to freeze in that moment and all I could focus on
was that pride flag. And of course the information that it conveyed. Mr.
Bradley was a gay man.

"Hey, earth to Jake, here you go" I snapped out of my mini trance, he was
handing me a ten.

"Oh sorry... I just..." I stammered gesturing to the pride flag and
grabbing the ten from him. "I just... didn't know"

"Oh, it's fine" he said with a laugh "they were handing them out at the New
York pride parade two  years ago and I realized I didn't have any pride in
my house." He scratched his collarbone as he talked and my eyes darted to
his large chest. This is what I didn't like about seeing Mr.Bradley, I
couldn't focus around him. "Have you ever been to a pride parade?"

"What? Oh no, I mean I'm not.. Um" I stammered, saying the word gay was
still awkward for me, and seeing as I had never told anyone that I was gay
I didn't really know how to be honest about the subject.

" Really?" he said taking a step towards me. "I see the way you stare at me
sometimes" I took a step backwards, my back bumped up against something and
I realized I was up against a wall. "The way you get distracted when you
look at me." he took another step forward. My cock started to harder. My
heart was pounding, he was so close to me his chest was at eye level and
the only option other that staring at his chest was to look him in the eye.
"The way you stumble over your words whenever you're talking to me." his
left hand was up against the wall supporting him as he leaned forward and
 took another step. I pressed my back into the wall as hard as I could.
This couldn't really be happening, I mean sure I had imagined what it would
be like to be in this  position when I jacked off, but I didn't ever think
it would actually happened. "The way your cock gets hard when you look into
my eyes" he said and grabed my crotch firmly. He was right I was rock hard.
And so was he by the looks of it. His blue shorts were bulging with his
large cock.

"Um, I don't think I can do this" I said quickly slipping out underneath
his arm and bolting for the door.

When I got home it was all I could do not to rip my clothes off and bust a
load right there, but my mom and sister were home so I couldn't easily do
much. I went up to my room and grabbed my computer.

"How was mowing the lawns today?" my mother asked from the doorway.

"Fine, mom."

"Are you hungry, I'm making some sandwiches for my and your sister before I
take her to soccer practice."

"No mom." I said hoping to get her out of the room as quickly as possible.

"Alrighty, well,  make sure to do some of your summer reading today okay,
colleges look at your Junior year."

"Colleges look at every year mom."

"That's my point jake. Your sister and I will be leaving soon, don't forget
to feed yourself. And try to clean up your room please."

As soon as I heard my mom's car pulling out of the driveway I pulled out my
still hard cock. I didn't have a huge cock but I didn't think my 6.5" were
anything to be to ashamed of either, my ass was the thing I was more proud
of. I was only about 5'6" and I was pretty slim. My hair and face weren't
anything to brag about, not like Mr.Bradley's  jawline, or his eyes. But my
ass was beautiful. It was perky and very round, a real bubble butt.

It didn't take me long before I blew my load thinking about the way Mr.
Bradley had pressed me up against the wall. The way he had been talking so
slowly, I think he somehow new his deep strong voice would drive me crazy,
but most of all the way he had grabbed my cock. His hand had been so firm
and still so sensitive, he knew exactly what he was doing, how to assert
his dominance with out hurting me or making me feel uncomfortable. By the
time I had run the whole scenario through in my head I had cum three times.

Immediately after I was done jerking off I started to beat myself up for
leaving Mr.Bradley's. Why did I leave like that? I wanted to have sex
didn't I? I did. I wanted to have sex with him.  I wanted to get on my
knees and suck his cock, I wanted to pleasure him, I wanted to worship his
beautiful muscles.  I wanted do anything he wanted me to do.  I craved him.

That evening I knew something was different about me. Mr. Bradley had
awakened something inside of me, something that had perhaps been inside of
me my whole life but I only just now felt. I felt as though I wanted to do
something for Mr.Bradley, I wanted to please him. No, I needed to please
him. That somehow it was my purpose to serve his wants and needs.

That night after dinner I jacked off again, I couldn't stop thinking about
Mr. Bradley. I lay in my bed, wide awake and pissed at myself for stopping
what could have been with Mr. Bradley. I felt bad because I knew he had
wanted me and I wanted him and my adolescent nerves had fucked everything
up. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't really do anything except for think about
him. Finally at 1:30 in the morning I decided I had to do something about
the whole situation.

I got out of bed slowly, quietly crept down the stairs in my house and out
the door. Mr. Bradley only lived two streets over so it wasn't a very long
walk before I found myself standing at the end of his driveway. I could
feel my heart beating in my chest. My nerves were getting the better of me,
my brain wanted to run away but there was something inside of me that
pushed me forward.  I started walking up the driveway towards the front
door. My feet felt heavy. I didn't know if Mr. Bradley would even be awake,
my brain hoped he wouldn't.

I had reached his door and stood there for a good five minutes before
getting up the courage to ring the doorbell. I waited for a minute or two,
nothing. Next I tried knocking, I hit his door so hard my knuckles hurt.
Another minute, nothing. I tried the doorbell one more time but still there
was nothing. I turned and started to walk away slowly, I felt like my shoes
were cinder blocks. I only got about three steps when I heard the lock
clicking and the door opening.

"Hey, who's knocking on my door at this god forsaken hour?" I froze at the
sound of Mr. Bradley's deep strong voice. I couldn't move, I could feel
sweat starting to accumulate on my forehead. "Who's there?" I felt my heart
in my throat as turned around. I swallowed nervously.

"Um... it's me" my eyes fell on his  before quickly darting down to look at
my shoes.

"Well, don't just stand there, come on in kid." he turned and walked
inside, I followed him obediently, as I walked into his house I closed the
door behind me. "So are you here for the real deal or are you just gonna
tease me like you did earlier today?"

I was slightly taken aback. I hadn't really thought about what would happen
when I got here or what I would say. "Um. I'm here... I don't really know I
guess." I said, still looking at the floor.

"Then why are you here?" he asked impatiently.

"I don't really know, um.. I've been thinking a lot about what happened
earlier today, I can't get you out of my mind." he walked over to me.
Almost as close as earlier, his chest at eye level, I kept looking at my
feet.

"So you came here and woke me up at 2:00 in the morning cause you `don't
know'" I stammered, bumbling to find words. "Listen kid, I don't have all
night, I have to be at work early in the morning either say something or
leave."

"Um... I was thinking... I'm... well.. Um.."

"What do you want?" I felt his hand lifting my chin, he spoke sternly but
with a gentle ease, "What do you want?" I could feel the power he had over
me through his fingers as they held my jaw. I felt that thing in me that
had been awakened all I wanted was to serve him. Our eyes locked and my
mind became even more muddled than previously. "What do you want?"

"You." I managed to push the word out however softly it may have been.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his lips were like the rest
of him, powerful and in control. There was a softness to that first kiss,
my first kiss. Everything fell away and it was just him. All I could feel
was him. His hand on my chin, His lips on my lips.  My mind was suddenly
clear.

He pulled away for a moment and smiled at me. That smile, what was it about
his smile? "Is that what you wanted?"

"It's a pretty good start" I said, my heart was still pounding, with
excitement now, my nerves had all but disappeared. He kissed me again,
harder this time, passionately pressing his crotch into mine as he pulled
me close. I could feel his hardening cock up against mine. He picked me up,
one hand under each thigh and pressed me up against the wall. I could feel
his tongue enter and begin to explore my mouth. My hands found their way to
his shoulders and the back of his head as I began to get the hang of what I
was doing. He let me down and broke our kiss.

"I've been thinking about this all day" I said.

"I've been thinking about it since you first offered to mow my lawn." that
made me smile, it was nice to know that he wanted me and had been waiting
for his moment. "Let's hope you're worth waking up at two in the morning
for" he said and placed his hand on my head. At first I didn't know what he
was doing and thought he was going to ruffle my hair like my mother did
whenever she thought it was time for me to get a haircut. But the pressure
he applied quickly brought me to my knees and I realized what was happening.

My nerves returned. I wanted to suck him so bad, however I was terrified
that I would do something wrong or that I wouldn't be good enough for him.
His hand pressed my head forward and I found myself inhaling deeply with my
nose pressed into his shorts. My hands reached up and pulled down his
shorts to reveal a pair of impossibly tight red briefs. His cock was
bulging in those red briefs and I could see a small wet spot where his pre
cum was leaking through. I reached up to pull down his briefs and begin
sucking his cock.

"Not so fast." he said stopping my hand promptly with his much larger and
stronger one. I looked up at him surprised. I thought that this is what he
wanted? "What do you want?" He asked looking down at me intently, I
returned it his look with my own of confusion. "I want to hear you say it,
what do you want?"

"I want to give you pleasure" I said without even thinking about it. There
it was his smile, that sexy smirk that was so mesmerising. I still couldn't
quite place that thing that I saw on his lips when he smiled. His hand
rubbed his cock through his red briefs.

"Say the magic words" he said with a taunting laugh.

"Please?" I responding hoping to get it right. "Please sir." he continued
to look down at me, I hadn't quite given him what he wanted yet and he
wasn't gonna let me see his cock untill I did. "May I please suck your
cock, sir." I said hoping it was enough. His smile broke again and he
pulled down his underwear.

His cock was like none I had ever seen, to be fair I had only seen my own
and a couple other guys I had glimpsed in the showers or urinals at school.
It was hard and long, probably about 7.5 or 8 inches long, and thick. It
didn't bend to the left like mine tended too, it was straight and erect.
His balls swung out as he pulled down his underwear. They were quite large
and they hung inches below the base of his cock. "Oh my god" I whispered as
his dick fell out in front of me. "You are incredible" I said.

"Thanks" he said with a laugh. "Now, you know what to do." and he was
right, I did know what to do. I had never serviced a man before but
something deep down inside me knew what to do. It was that thing that had
kept him in my mind all day, That feeling in the bottom of my stomach that
wanted nothing more that to bring a superior man pleasure. I let that part
of me take over. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and leaned
in towards his balls. As soon as I started to lick his balls he let out an
audible groan of approval. I smiled knowing that I had been the cause of
that groan.

I looked up at him smiling as I slowly licked up the shaft of his cock,
when I got to the head of his dick I circled my tongue around it twice
before wrapping my lips around his head and pulling his cock into my mouth.
"Oh fuck yeah," he said between groans.

I felt his hands return to the back of my head as he began to thrust his
hips in sync with my head bobbing up and down on his dick. He began to push
harder and deeper with each thrust. I closed my eyes and felt his powerful
cock using my mouth. Then I choked and had to come up for air for a moment.
I was disapointed that I had gaged so quickly, I felt like maybe I had
failed him. "This your first time?" He asked breathing heavily.

"Yes sir. Am I doing okay?"

"You're doing far more than simply okay" he said guiding my head back to
his cock. "Now get back to it boy." I quickly obeyed and began eagerly
slobbering on his large dick. His cock rammed against the back of my throat
and I felt myself getting ready to gag again. He slowed down his thrusts
for a moment and began to push the head of his dick up against the back of
my throat. "Relax, you got this." he pressed further down my throat and I
gagged. I was about an inch away from having all of him inside of me.
"Close your eyes and just relax. When you feel that gag reflex pause and
try to swallow, you got this baby."

this time when the head of his cock was pushed into my throat I closed my
eyes and told my mouth to swallow. His cock slid all the way into my throat
and my nose pressed up against his neatly trimmed pubes. "OH FUCK yes." he
let out as he pressed his crotch into my face. A second later he pulled
back and began to slowly insert and withdraw his cock from my throat. His
hands carefully and firmly held my head in place while he began to fuck my
throat. "Fuck baby, you have such a nice mouth." He began to push harder
and really fuck my face. "Oh shit boy, that's it."

I felt my gag reflex want to kick in as he picked up speed but I just kept
swallowing and attempting to relax as he fucked the shit out of my throat.
It was nice, being completely under his control, he could do whatever he
wanted in that moment and I would have been there to serve him all the way.
I felt a rush of emotion I had never experienced, a sort of cosmic
rightness. I was finally where I was meant to be. I began to start choking
as his thrusts reached a maximum intensity. I tried my hardest not to choke
but I just couldn't keep my reflex down anymore.

Mr. Bradley pulled his dick out of my throat as I began to cough but he
held my head firmly on his cock. I had a moment of confusion and then my
mouth was suddenly being filled with hot thick jets of cum. "Oh fuck, take
that load kid" I simply sat there as he finished unloading in my mouth.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaned down  and looked me straight in
the eye "Swallow." he had barely finished the word when I gulped down my
first ever load of sweet hot man cum, I had never tasted anything quite
like it. I smiled and opened my mouth to show him it was all down. "Good
boy" he said standing up straight.

"Wait" I said as he started to pull up his underwear. There was a drop of
cum on the end of his dick, and I didn't want to miss any of his glorious
cum. I grabbed the based of his dick and licked the drop off. "There," I
said "all gone" he laughed and smiled looking down at me.

"Good job kid, not bad for a first time cock sucker." That smile, I could
see what it was now. It was his power, he was in charge and he knew it. I
was his to use for whatever he wanted, he knew it and I had never felt so
whole in my life


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