Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 09:10:30 PST
From: Randy K <rk973@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dave's Rules

Dave's Rules
By rk (rk973@hotmail.com)

It was getting late on a Thursday night, and I had just finished working
out the day's frustrations with my usual workout.  My job in sales was
becoming increasingly routine, and I had begun to look forward to my
thrice-weekly sessions in the weight room as a constructive way to vent my
frustrations.  I was walking back to the locker room, wiping my face with
the corner of my grey t-shirt , when I accidently bumped into a dark haired
guy who was rounding the corner.  As he spun around, I mumbled my apologies
and began to step around him, trying to brush away my blond hair from my
sweat-slicked forehead.

He smiled, and playfully shoved me as I moved around him.  "Yea man, you
shoulda been more careful, could have hurt me."  I smiled back at him,
noting his piercing eyes that seemed slightly at odds with his friendly
grin.

"I couldn't hurt a big dude like you unless I really wanted to", I said as
I laughed and stepped around him.  He shoved me again, harder this time, so
that I gently bounced off the hallway wall.

"Man, you couldn't hurt me, regardless of what you wanted to do."  I
rebounded from the wall and shoved him back.

"Don't underestimate me" I said as I flashed my best smile at him.

"Wanna see what you're made of?" he asked?  I really didn't know what he
was talking about, but I nodded and told him I was game.  "Dave" he said
simply, extending his hand.  "Randy" I replied as I grasped his hand
firmly, and then followed him down the hallway.  Dave led me to the room
with mats on the floor used by wrestlers in the morning.

Dave bowed and smiled at the door, and let me enter the room before him.  I
noticed him locking the door behind us; "it'd be a shame to be interrupted"
he explained softly.  I still didn't know what he was talking about, but I
laughed and nodded my assent.

"No dirty shit," Dave continued, "just clean man to man contact."  "Loser
says uncle."

"What, wrestling?" I asked.  "OK, I'm in.  Three count is a pin, right?"
He laughed and told me I'd know when I had lost.

We faced off and started circling the center mats.  I darted in and tried
to take Dave down by angling down against his left leg.  I did knock him
down, and he grabbed the back of my waistband as he fell.  I was struggling
to twist my body over his, and felt Dave's big hand sliding over my lower
back.  My shirt was riding up on my back and chest, and after Dave pushed
hard and rolled me on my other side, my shirt bunched up around my pecs.  I
tried to lever myself so that I could get up on my knees, but Dave
scissored my middle with his legs and tugged my t-shirt up over my head.

"Hey, fuck you, I can't see" I said as I laughed and tried to catch my
breath.  He yanked my shirt hard, and it cleared my head and fell off.  I
could feel the damp fur on chest and belly rubbing against Dave's side and
stomach and began to feel a familiar tingling deep in my balls.

Dave squeezed harder with his legs, and while I twisted against them, he
worked a strong half-nelson on me, giving him the leverage to get me face
down on the mat.  He scrambled so that his knee pressed against my lower
back while I squirmed for better position.  My blue sweat pants were
loosening around my waist from the friction against the mat.

I felt his hand grab the strap of my jock and snap it against my ass and
heard his deep laugh.  I tried to rest for a second before I made my big
move, and Dave used that moment to pull off his shirt in one motion.

"Give up pussy boy?" he asked.

"Not a chance asshole" I replied.  Dave reached down to yank my sweats to
my knees; I instinctively grabbed for my waistband to pull them up again,
and he took advantage of my movement to easily roll me on my back and pin
me flat.

"Cheap trick" I gasped, laughing.  Dave bent down and planted his left
armpit over my mouth.

"It ain't over yet, loverboy" he said.  "Clean my pit."  I tried to twist
my face away from the funk of Dave's deep pit, and managed to get my face
buried in his left pec.  Without even thinking about it I found my lips
pursed around his nipple, and I let my tongue drag slowly against his
nipple.

"I knew it" Dave said.  "You're gonna be ALL mine."  He planted his pit
firmly against my mouth again, and said "do it. Now."  I started licking,
slowly, then eagerly as I got lost in the feeling of his hot body on mine.
Dave began twisting my right nipple, and it only took a few sharp pulls
before a moan escaped from deep in me.  Dave stood up, and pulled me to my
knees as he did so.

"Now, slowly boy, get your hands around my shorts."  I did as I was told,
and Dave shifted a little, one hand still abusing my right nipple, and the
other cupping the back of my neck.

"Pull my shorts off" he said.  I didn't need to be told twice, and yanked
his red jersey shorts down to his ankles.  The tip of what looked to be a
fairly thick cock poked up at the top of his jock pouch.

"OK, OK, uncle." I said, feeling myself blush.  Dave smiled and shook his
head.

"Nope, we're not done", he said, rubbing his thumb now against my hard
nipple.  "We can make it easy or we can make it hard; its up to you" he
continued.  "Tell me how bad you want it and I'll be gentle; be difficult
and I'll treat you like the pussy whore you are."  He peeled down the top
of his jock and his dick sprung free.  It was huge, 8 inches I'd guess, and
I gasped.  Dave started slapping his hard cock around my lips and face,
mixing some precum with my sweat.

"Too big, no way" I said.

"Too fucking bad" he replied.  He pulled my face closer to his cock.  "Lick
my balls boy."  I took a few tentative licks at his tight balls, and then
tried to pull my head away.  I wasn't exactly scared, but I didn't feel
comfortable with Dave controlling the situation, and I wanted to slow
things down.

"OK, dude, I'll jerk you off, OK?" I smiled up at him and moved my hand to
his dick.  Dave grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm, pulling me to my feet
and twisting harder until I groaned and tried to go limp.

"My rules, fuckboy" Dave growled, and pressed tight against my back so that
I could feel his cock press against my ass.  "Besides, you don't look so
unhappy about this" he said as he roughly grabbed my own hard six inches,
mashing the heel of his hands against my balls.  He wrapped his hand
tighter around my cock and pushed me closer to the wall.  I moaned softly
and tried to grind a little against his hand.

I felt the sensation of rushing air just a fraction of a second before I
felt the hot sting of Dave's free hand connecting with my ass.  I jerked
upright as he repeated the looping stroke to get the left side of my butt
similarly warm.  Dave readjusted his grip on my cock, and then settled into
a slow, steady rhythm of spanking my right cheek, until the warm turned to
hot, and the hot turned into a burning pain that was unbearable and
sensational at the same time.  Each stroke was punctuated by Dave's low
voice in my ear: "Fuckboy. All mine.  Cocksucker. Slave."

When the pain was truly unbearable I wrenched against Dave's grip on my
cock, and twisted around to face him.  He quickly grabbed my hair and
twisted my head slightly, distracting me enough so that it was easy for him
to get his other hand firmly around my balls.  He had my complete
attention, and he chuckled as he recognized my surrender.  He began to
twist my balls, and I locked my eyes with his.

"Down" he commanded, and I sunk to my knees.  Dave also bent down,
maintaining his firm grip and twisting my balls from left to right.  He
then sat down in front of me with his back against the wall and his legs
stretched on either side of me.  I felt his other hand pushing on the back
of my neck, and my balls felt the welcome release of pressure from his hand
at the same moment that my lips made contact with the mushroom head of
Dave's stiff dick.

"Take it" he commanded, and I never had a chance; Dave pushed his hand
harder on my neck and bucked up with his hips, and I felt his big cock
slide deep in my mouth and push back to my throat.  I gagged, coughed, and
tried to start moving my tongue.  Dave bucked again and I felt his cock tip
tickle my throat.  I managed to cough and get a breath, and then began to
work my tongue up and down the shaft of Dave's cock as my lips stretched
wide to accommodate its width.  I could taste the salt of his precum and
the funk of his sweat, and felt his muscular thighs braced under my hands
as I bobbed up and down on his tool.

"Fucking slaveboy is what you're gonna be" Dave murmered.  I looked up at
him, his head tipped back against the wall, one hand playing with his left
nipple while the other maintained a firm pressure on my neck.  I began to
swirl my tongue slightly around the top of Dave's shaft with each stroke of
my mouth, and felt him respond with steady pumping of his hips.  The
pressure on my neck from his hand increased, and he began to hold my head
down for just a second at the point when his cock stretched deepest in my
mouth.  I noticed Dave's flat stomach beginning to rise and fall as his
breathing became heavier, and then Dave cupped my head with both his hands
and began fucking my face furiously, rocking up and down on his hips as I
tried to keep pace.

I'm not exactly the most experienced cocksucker around, but I've always
been able to sense when I needed to get ready for the hot jet of cum.  Not
this time; Dave caught me unaware, holding my head down and shouting as he
exploded deep in my mouth.  I felt his hot cock pump its last at the top of
my throat, and then he relaxed as I was able to gulp down as much of the
cum that I could, leaving only a small trail down my lips and the left side
of my face.  Dave's hands gently stroked my temples as I quietly licked his
cock clean and then rested my head in his lap, my lips brushing his fat
balls.  My heart's rhythm began to return to its normal pace, and I began
to think about what had transpired in the fifteen minutes since I had
bumped Dave in the hallway.  These were rules I could definitely live by.


To be continued, maybe, if there's interest.
Feedback always welcome, to:  rk973@hotmail.com