Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2005 03:46:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Trainer, Bobby - Chapter 16

Then I suddenly realized that I was supposed to be right back to my dorm
room. Bobby was waiting for me!  Oh Fuck!  I was in even deeper shit!
Would my life ever get back to normal, I wondered as I struggled to get
dressed quickly.  Fuck, what was going to be normal for me, anyway?

I couldn't run because of the damn tape, so I tried to walk fast.  I was
also trying to cover up the wet spot on the front of my shirt (Bobby's
shirt).  I hustled and saw on a clock as I past that I was already 10
minutes late and would be later, by the time I reached my room.

I got to the room, and knocked on the door, because I had no key.  Bobby
opened the door and for the first time I really saw him angry.  "Where the
fuck have you been?"  He yelled as I walked into the room.  He left the
door open as I tried to catch my breath.

"Strip!" he said, as I stood there.  I blushed and started pulling off the
shirt and trying to get out of the pants all at the same time.  I got
tangled up and had to stop and do the shirt and then started on the shorts.
As I dropped the shorts, someone walked by the open door and looked in.  I
blushed knowing they could see the duct tape on my abdomen.  But Bobby
didn't seem to care.  They walked on by.

I pulled down the briefs and stood up with my dick still rigid and stuck to
my stomach.  He looked at me and then closed the door.  I started to turn
and go to the bed, when he said, "What the fuck happened to your ass?"

I tried to stammer out an answer, when he said, "Forget it.  You can tell
me in the car.  We are late."  He walked over and grabbed one edge of the
duct tape and yanked.  I yelped in agony as the tape ripped away from my
body.  I could tell that he meant for it to hurt.  He was not being gentle
at all.  I now had red marks across my abdomen and I was sure on the bottom
of my cock shaft.

"Now put this on."  He handed me a pair of shorts, very lose fitting
shorts, a tank top and then pointed to my flip-flops.  I started to ask
about the tape on my balls, but decided it would be in my best interest not
to mention it.  I quickly got into the clothes and had to hold the shorts
up, so they wouldn't fall down.

"Let's go."  He grabbed the keys, and I saw, my wallet.  He opened the door
and rushed out.  I quickly followed him and closed the door.  He was
rushing as he headed down the stairs and out to the car.

In the car, he didn't say anything; he started it, threw it in gear and
headed out.  "Now, what the fuck happened to you and why are you late!"  He
looked over at me.  "Answer me!  And you will be punished for being late."
He looked at me again.  "And you ass may get even redder when I am done
with it."

I started telling him the incident with Kevin and then Professor Welsh, but
he kept interrupting, asking questions and more details.  Like what did
Kevin say specifically that he liked to do?  And what did his cock look
like and what did he look like, etc.  What was it like to feel an uncut
cock?  Had he ever sucked cock?  Had he ever been fucked?  Describe the
plunger story in more detail.  All these questions did not help my
situation at all; my cock only swelled more and dripped some more.  I could
still feel where he had ripped the duct tape off.  And my ass hurt, it
burned, having to sit on it and feeling every bump in the road.

He did the same when I got to the part about Professor Welsh.  Asking me
for exactly the words he used.  When I finished he pulled over to the side
of the road, stopped the car and looked me in the face.  "Monday, you are
going to go into his office.  You are going to tell him that your Master
said that you are not allowed to follow his instructions.  And that if he
has a problem with that, he is to call me."  I looked at him in shock.  I
couldn't tell a Professor that!

He saw the doubt in my face.  "You will do it.  This is not a test, but if
you don't then we are finished.  You will not serve two masters.  I am your
master, do you agree?"

"Yes, Sir."  I spoke plainly.

"And you do whatever I say, not matter what, right?"  He was surveying my
face as I answered.

"Yes, Sir."

"And you trust me, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You trust me with your cock?"  I answered yes and he continued a list and
I answered yes each time.  "With you balls?  With your ass?  With your
mouth?  With your nipples?  With your eyes?  With your life?"

The last one made me hesitate a beat, but I answered, "Yes, Sir," not quite
as forcefully as I had answered the others.

"So you will march in there Monday and tell him what I have told you to
say?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good."

He put the car in gear and he drove off.  I swallowed and wondered what I
had just agreed to.

He stopped on a side street and told me to get out.  I did and he walked up
to an adult bookstore.  He told me I was to go in and go up to the clerk,
and then to follow the clerk's instructions.

My stomach was doing summersaults.  I had always had an aversion to adult
bookstores.  I was always sure people would see me going in and recognize
me and think I was some kind of pervert going in there.  I opened the door
and went in.  It had the bright lights and disinfectant smell, typical of
adult bookstores.  At least the few that I had been to.

I swallowed and felt my pulse pounding in my temples as I looked for the
clerk.  He was a young guy in his early 20's.  I had mostly seen old guys
in the ones I had been in.  He had a pierced eyebrow and black hair, so
dark it looked dyed. He looked up as I walked up to the counter.  He smiled
and said, "Hey, you're Dave Sullivan.  I have you in one of my classes at
the university."

Oh Fuck!  The guy knew who I was!  Shit!  My stomach was churning and not
only was I blushing but I felt sweat pop out on my forehead.

"Hey, I have some stuff put aside for a guy.  Is this stuff for you?"  He
asked and seemed incredulous.

"I, ah, I, ah, guess so."  I swallowed hard and tried not to look him in
the eyes and I spoke.  "I was supposed to see the clerk and get some
stuff."

"Oh, your "Master" sent you in?"  He smirked.  He was not making this any
easier; in fact he was making me very embarrassed.

"Ah, Yes," I mumbled, still trying to hold up my shorts.

"Well, Dave, I have to measure you for a couple of the items, so you want
to come back here, or you want to do it in the shop where everyone can
see?"  Shit, him using my name was definitely now helping the situation.  I
looked around and saw that there were 3 other guys in the store.  I
blushed, as one looked my way.

Of course, I was not going to get measured in the shop.  But I had no idea
what he was going to measure.  "In the back."

He lifted the counter top and led me through to a little office behind the
counter.  He had a bag of stuff.  He looked inside and snickered again.
"Okay, let's get you measured for a cock ring," he said as he pulled a
cloth measuring tape from a drawer.  He looked at me when I didn't move.
"Okay, if I am going to measure you for a cock ring, Dave, I need to see
your cock."

I know I couldn't get any redder or hotter, but I felt sweat dripping down
from my armpits.  I let go of my shorts and they slid down my legs and then
I lifted my shirt revealing my hard cock.  I kept thinking that I was doing
this for Bobby.  But my heart continued to thud in my chest as he looked at
my cock.  I felt like he was making comparisons to other cocks he had seen.

He took hold of it and I shuddered again and my cock dripped.  "Whoa, there
Dave.  I am not here to do anything other than measure it!  Ease up, there
Dave!"  He gripped it again, and said, "And no hair.  Shaved.  Your master,
must like you smooth.  And look at that tape around your nut sack!"  I
hated the fact that he knew my name and was holding my cock.  I looked at
the ceiling while he took the tape and wrapped it around the base of my
shaft and below my balls.

He took his time and I was sure it was to increase my discomfort.  He
finally, let go of my cock and I dropped my shirt and reached to pull up my
shorts and hold them up.  "Well, I guess that's okay.  Normally, the guy
wants to try it on, but with you already hard, it would be really difficult
to get it on."  He opened up a drawer and pulled out a metal ring and added
it to the bag.

"Now let's see if this fits."  He reached in and pulled out some
contraption with a ball and bands and leather.  "Turn around," he
instructed.  I did as he said, still feeling the sweat pouring down my
sides from my pits, and drops rolling into my eyebrows.  He took the thing
and put it around my head, "Now open your mouth."  I did and he put the
ball in my mouth and then made adjustments to something behind my head.  It
was a gag!

"Yeah, that will do just fine, Dave."  He told me to turn back around after
he removed it.  He took out something and I saw it was wrist cuffs with
leather and then what had to be matching ankle cuffs.  Then a big dildo,
one of the largest I had seen.  It definitely looked bigger than Bobby.  I
was crimson and trying not to look at him as he pulled items from the bag,
a bottle of KY warming gel, clamps that had to be for nipples, some
padlocks, and chain, and vibrator and a candle and some kind of whip and
straps.  My cock jumped in my pants and I started sweating more.

He put it all back into the bag and said, "Okay, I think that's it.  Dave,
it looks like you will be all set for your master."  Flush of heat washed
over my body.  "Lots of toys for a great time."  He led me out of the tiny
office.

He went to the register after letting me out from behind the counter.  In a
moment he said, "That will be $157.50."  And he looked at me.

First the amount made my heart race again.  That was almost a month's worth
of spending money for me.  I felt my back pocket.  No wallet and then
remembered that Bobby had it.  "I have to, ah, go out to the car.  I, ah,
left my wallet in it."

"Yeah, whatever Dave, just hurry back sweetie for your toys."  He said loud
enough that I am sure that everyone in the store could hear him.  I held
onto my pants and went outside to the car.

"I need my wallet, please, sir," I added Sir as I remembered.  He took my
wallet out of his back pocket and handed it to me.  He didn't say a word;
he just had that Fucking Bobby smile on.

I walked back into the store and went up to the clerk.  I took out my debit
card and gave it to him.  As he took it I realized that this was going to
show up on the bank statement and I would have a hell of a time explaining
that to my folks who managed the account and made sure funds were in it.
Oh, Fuck me!

It seemed to take forever for him to complete the transaction.  When I had
signed the ticket, since he didn't have one of those number pads, I heard,
"Where do you keep your paddles?"  It was Bobby's voice.  I hadn't heard
him come in.

"Right over there against that back wall," the clerk pointed.  Bobby took
me by the bicep and led me over to that section.  "Which one do you like?"
he asked.

There were big fraternity style paddles, black paddles with holes in them,
ping-pong paddles, and a clear acrylic one, shaped like a ping-pong paddle.
I pointed to that one.  Bobby took it off the wall, smacked his hand with
it a couple of times.  "Turn around," he said.  I looked at him wondering
what he was going to do.  But I found myself turning around.

He lifted my shirt and then told me to release the waist of my pants.  He
then told me to bend over.  He caught my shorts just below my butt and told
me to hold them there.  Then he used the paddle on my ass.  Since it was
already sore from the Professor's ruler, this really hurt.  I yelped with
the first smack.  It was a loud crack and not only did it sting something
fierce, but I was sure that everyone could hear it.  He told me to bite my
tongue and not to cry out again.  He did this 9 more times.  By the last
one, I was sure I had bitten the inside of my mouth all the way through,
trying not to make any noise.

He dropped my shirt and told me to pull up my pants.  Then he told me to go
pay for the paddle.  I went back up to the front and told the guy I wanted
to pay for the paddle.  I know tears were streaming down my face.  "Looks
like you found a good paddle, Dave."  I looked down and knew I was going
past red to purple with shame and humiliation.  "How did it work?"

Bobby answered, "Really good."

"Can I see?" the clerk asked.

"Davey, turn around and show the clerk you bottom."

"Yes, sir."  I turned lifted the back of my shirt and then slid my shorts
down to just below my ass.  Why was I doing this, my mind kept asking.

"See," Bobby said.

"Yeah, looks like Davey got his butt paddled real good."  He did something
on the register and I heard, "That will be $29.85."

I pulled up my pants, dropped my shirt and reached for my wallet.  I
realized then that 2 guys in the store had walked up and obviously looked
at my ass.  I handed my card over to the clerk, who said, "Dave Sullivan,
you sure are racking up the charges for a college student."  He was not
only announcing my name but also telling everyone where I lived.  I was
going to crawl into a hole and die.  I just wanted to get out of the store.

I signed the receipt, put my card back into the wallet and the wallet in my
pocket.  The clerk then handed me the bag in such a way that I had to use
two hands to grab it.  Without thinking I reached for the bag and my shorts
fell to the ground.  One of the guys laughed and pointed to my hard cock,
while the other guy just looked at my cock and licked his lips. I was too
embarrassed to even register what they looked like, I just saw the look in
their eyes and wanted to get out of there as fast as I could.  I sat the
bag down, grabbed my shorts and pulled them up.  Held them with one hand
and managed to get the bag against me with the other.

Bobby led the way out of the store and back to the car.  Outside the car,
Bobby took the bag from me and said, "Strip."  I was shocked and scared and
going to have a heart attack and I don't know what else.  I imagined the
police arresting me for indecent exposure and going to jail and my parents
being called and being expelled from the university. I don't know what all
else, but in the space of about 5 seconds standing there I saw my whole
life crumble and collapse.

But for some unknown fucking reason, I dropped my pants and pulled off my
shirt.  I stood naked on a public sidewalk.  I had done it for Bobby,
because he asked me to.  I didn't look left or right, but just at Bobby,
but tears started rolling down my face.  "Okay, you can get into the car,
but no clothes."  I yanked open the door and jumped into the car and closed
the door as quickly as I could.  My heart was still hammering in my chest
and my breathing was getting faster as well.  And suddenly I was shivering.
It was a warm afternoon and I had just been sweating but my whole body was
shivering and shaking and my teeth were chattering.

Bobby picked up my clothes and then walked over to the driver's side,
opened the door, threw my clothes and the bag behind the seat and got in.
He looked at me, before he started the car.  He saw my condition and said,
"Calm down!  Take a deep breath!  The cops are not here and they aren't
going to arrest you!"  How the fuck did he know what I was thinking!  Was
the guy a fucking mind reader now?

I tried to get myself under control, not only because Bobby told me to, but
for my own sanity.  But sitting naked in a car, parked along a public
street was not helping things.  I wanted to cover my crotch so bad.  I knew
Bobby wouldn't allow it.  Finally, I said through chattering teeth, "Can we
drive, rather than sit here?"

In answer, Bobby started the car, and pulled out onto the street.  I was
hugging myself trying to warm up and calm down.  Bobby would look over at
me now and then as he drove along.  My ass was on fire and hurt like hell,
my dick was hard and sweat had washed down the sides of my body and now I
was still shivering.  I know tears had dried on my face.

I reached and turned on the heater and then tried to take deep breaths and
calm down.  I began to breathe easier and my heart began to slow down.  I
was still shaking.  I was still shocked at what had just happened.  I had
been recognized, paddled on my bare ass in a public place and then
completely exposed when my shorts dropped to strangers.  My heart started
racing again.  My stomach was rolling and I was feeling very sick.

"Calm down!"  Bobby admonished in a very stern tone.  He looked at me, he
told me later that I was white as a sheet and that my eyes looked wild.
"Davey, the clerk had never seen you before, I gave him your name and told
him what to say."  He looked at me, and my eyes got really round and my
mouth went to a big "O".

Then I said, "Pull over!"  He kept driving. "No, really, pull over now!  I
am going to be sick!"

Bobby pulled over to the side of the road in an industrial area.  I opened
the door and leaned out and puked my guts out into the gutter.  I had three
or four retching bouts, before I could begin to breathe and get air.  My
eyes were streaming and my stomach was still spinning and whirling and I
wasn't sure I was done.

When I could breathe, I noticed that Bobby was standing next to me, outside
the car, holding my head.  "It's okay.  It's okay."

I sat back in the car and leaned my head back against the headrest.  And
tried to get myself together.  Bobby used my t-shirt to wipe my face.  Then
he closed the door and walked back over to the driver side and got in.

He sat there and looked at me for a long time.  I kept my eyes closed, but
knew he was looking at me.  I was trying to reconnect with my body.  By
heart was calming down and my breathing was getting back to normal and I
thought my stomach might settle down.  My mouth tasted like Tony's ass or
at least what I imagine it would be like.  I chuckled at that picture.  I
realized my cock was soft.

I sat for several minutes like that and Bobby didn't say anything.  Then I
decided that I wouldn't say anything until he did.  I was upset with what
had gone on.  I found it exciting too, but maybe too exciting.  It had
really rankled my nerves.  I found it edgy, but maybe too edgy.  Thinking
back on it, I know my cock enjoyed the exposure and the humiliation.  It
always did.  But the panic of being sure I was going to be arrested or
caught out or outed or something had pushed me over the edge.

And then when Bobby told me the guy didn't know me, but now he did, cause
Bobby had given him my name and oh shit; I didn't want to go down that line
again. But at that point it had become too much and I had lost it,
literally.

I felt Bobby put his hand on my thigh.  It was so incredibly warm and it
started making me tingle all up and down my leg.  I could feel my cock
begin to swell. I wanted to take his hand and throw it back at him, but
knew I couldn't do that.  And besides I really liked the feeling of it
there.

After a minute or so, he moved his hand down to my inner thigh, close to
where my balls lay.  I was very sensitive in that area and immediately my
cock throbbed and gained in size.  I felt his other hand then.  Both hands
were now working on the tape around my balls.  But this time he was gentle
as he removed the tape.  It took him some time to get it off slowly without
ripping it off, but without any hair there it was much less painful than it
could have been.

My cock was now back to being rock hard after all that touching and
manipulation.  "Open your eyes," Bobby said, in a gentle voice.

I opened my eyes and looked around.  We were in some industrial section of
the town; it was late afternoon.  I started to get nervous about being seen
again, but Bobby said, "Easy does it.  Relax.  Now do whatever it was you
did when you controlled your cock.  Only this time do it with your eyes
open."

I took a couple of deep breaths calming myself again.  I tried imagining my
hiking spot, but it was very difficult with my eyes open.  But then I
focused on the sounds I would normally hear: birds, wind, water rushing in
the creek.  And I was beginning to see the spot in my mind.  I guess my
eyes were unfocused because I wasn't really seeing anything in front of me,
only what was going on in my head.

I had flashes of paddles or rulers or cock, but tried to maintain the
focus.  And soon I was not only hearing all the sounds, but seeing them as
well and then really began to look around me and see the flowers and the
stream and mountains.  I took a deep breath of fresh mountain air and
smiled as I surveyed my location.

I stayed there for a while - it seemed like an hour or so, when I heard
Bobby say, "Way to go!  You did it!  I am so proud of you!  You really did
great!"  He was pounding me on the back.  I looked down and saw my cock was
relaxed and laying over my balls.  I didn't know how long it would stay
that way, but it had gone down.

I looked over at him and he was beaming.  "Does that mean I get my clothes
back now?" I asked.

He laughed, a big guffaw, he laughed and laughed.  "I like that!  That was
funny."  He looked at me and saw the look on my face. "What, I thought you
got turned on riding around town naked."  He looked down at my lap.  "Looks
like your cock likes the idea."  He was right, I looked down and sure
enough it was swelling.  Traitor, I wanted to say.

"Are you feeling better now?" he looked at me when he asked the question.
And he sounded sincere.

"Yes, No," I said confused.

He turned towards me and looked at me then, very closely.  "What's going
on?"  He looked at my face.  "You're mad again, aren't you?"  He watched my
face.  "You didn't like being played with.  The clerk and all of that
really got you going and you were hard as a rock and your heart was racing
and you were panicking because he knew you and where you lived and what you
were buying and what you were - are."  He waited to see my answer.

"Yes,"

"And that really messed with your mind and your body went to overdrive with
panic, adrenaline, and heart racing.  And then I told you he didn't know
you before and that let some of the air out of the whole situation and you
lost it.  You were mad at me and worried and nervous and it got to your
stomach and you lost it literally."  He looked at me squarely in the eyes.
"Am I right?"

"Yes," was all I could say, he had nailed it.  He knew exactly what was
going on in my head.  I know he had told me several times that he had been
through what I was going through, but I just had a difficult time believing
it.

"And, you have had this conversation in your mind several times about what
the hell is going on in your life and what does this make you and you worry
constantly about what this means about you and what if someone found out
and your life would be over, etc. etc.  Am I right?"

I looked up at him with real awe and wonder.  The guy WAS a fucking mind
reader!

"No, I can't read your mind.  That IS what you were thinking right?"  He
smiled.  "No, silly, I keep telling you, I have been where you are.  I know
what you are feeling.  I went through it with my uncle."

"How did you know all this about me?  How did you know I would want this,
need this, desire this - this humiliation, control, debasement, this
hunger, craving, this insatiable hole in my being?"  Wow, had I really been
able to put that into words?

"When we were first working out, you were very receptive to any suggestions
I made about working out, no matter how difficult or how strenuous they
were.  You followed me around like a lost puppy.  And you probably didn't
realize it but your eyes were always on my body."  He looked at me while I
digested that.

"And then that day in the locker room, when I first pissed on you, I then
told you to jack off for me and you did.  I knew you were so much like I
was."

I was so shocked that my desires were so apparent to him.  But I had
another thought.  "Have you done this with other guys?  You know,
controlled them and made them do things for you."

"Yes, there have been several guys."  My heart sank, he wasn't doing this
to me because I was special to him, he just liked doing it.

He must have seen something in my face, because he said, "But!  And I say
but!  I never had anyone who I wanted so much to see go through this
process and succeed."  He looked at me again, right in the eyes.  "You
don't understand, do you?

"Some of the guys I have worked with just want to be dominated no matter
what.  They don't want to learn control of themselves and their lives.
They just want to live as a slave to someone else, to let someone make
every decision for them.  Someone to use them and abuse them, because
that's all they think they are worthy of.

"But you, you are different.  First of all, you should already realize
this, but I care about you."  I looked up at him; I had been looking down
again.  "I do.  It means a lot to me that you do the things that I want you
to do and that you are eager to do them.  But you also seem to want to
learn to control the sensations to make them work for you, to explore them,
to expand them, to make them mean something.  Right?"

I had never thought about it in that way - but yes!  "But you constantly
worry about what kind of person that makes you and what will people think."

"Yes," I said aloud this time, looking down again.

"Look me in the eye!"  I looked up.

"It makes you, you!  And who gives a flying fuck what anyone thinks of you,
the most important thing is that you are fine with yourself.  That you like
who you are and what you do.  If you are honest with yourself, then others
will see the confidence in yourself and that is what will matter.

"Who cares what the clerk at the adult bookstore thinks, or the guy at the
store on campus that you showed your cock to, or the guy that saw you lick
my cock.  What does their opinion matter?

"And, besides, if you have all those things, then you can have me."

That was a huge shock.  My mouth flew open and tears rolled down my face.
Did he really mean this, or was this one of his ploys.

"Yes, I mean it, damn it!  Saturday night, you will meet my uncle and you
will have a final test of yourself and your control.  When that is over, we
will go off and really get to know each other.  You think you do now,
having seen every inch of my body, but you don't know all of me.

"I wasn't going to tell you all this until Saturday night.  But seeing your
reaction again today, I knew I had to talk to you."  He took my by the chin
and held it for a moment.

"Now I have a small reward for you.  I don't want to get mushy here and we
have some work to do.  You have a couple more challenges that I would like
to see you complete and a bit more work on control to try, before the day
is over.  So let's not talk about this again until Saturday night.

"I am in charge, right?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"And you trust me?"

"Yes, Sir!

"And you will do anything I ask of you?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Anything?"

I swallowed, "Yes, Sir!"

"And you are going to puke all over the place again, right?"

"No, Sir!"

"Okay, then let's go."  He put the car into gear and pulled away from the
curb. "And take this mint, so you don't smell like the bottom of a garbage
pile!" he said as he hand me an Altoid.

He drove for a bit and pulled up to a picnic area in an out of the way
location.  He got out of the car, grabbed my shorts from the back seat and
put them on the roof of his car.  Then he took of his shirt and dropped his
shorts and pulled on the ones I had worn.  He, too, had to hold the waist
to keep them up.  I couldn't believe that he had just dropped his pants
there in the open.  It made my cock jump.

He tossed me the shorts and shirt he had taken off.  "Here put these on,"
he instructed.  I was really confused, but still in the seat, I slipped on
the shorts and lifted my butt to pull them up.  I tucked my cock in;
fastened them and then pulled on the polo shirt.

"Come on, let's go over here."  He walked over until he was on the far side
of the picnic table.  He told me to sit on the table.  "Okay, here's the
reward and the rules."  He stood there in front of me holding up his pants
with one hand.  He looked so gorgeous!

"You get to tell me to do anything you want for five minutes.  You can't
fuck me.  Not because I don't want you to, but because rule two is you
cannot cum.  And knowing you, it wouldn't take much of that to make you
cum."  He looked at me and smiled his smile.

"We can't leave this area and you cannot leave a permanent mark on me.  But
other than that, I am pretty much yours."  He stood there looking at me.
And I sat there looking at him, my mind whirling with possibilities.  I
continued to wonder and contemplate.  "Your five minutes started 20 seconds
ago," he said looking at his watch.

My heart raced, "Raise your arms and put your hands behind your head."  He
did and the shorts dropped to his ankles.  His cock was not hard; mine
would have been rock hard.

"Make yourself hard," I expected him to use his hands, but after a moment,
his cock started to swell and soon it was standing out from his crotch.  I
was dumbfounded.  The guy was standing in a park, totally naked with his
cock hard.  Now I admit that there was no one around, but that wouldn't
have mattered to me.  And the control he had over his cock, to not be hard
and then to be able to get hard.

I realized my time was ticking away.  "Come over here and kneel down," I
instructed.  He came over and knelt down in front of me.  He kept his hands
on the back of his head.  His cock was now pointing up and very hard.  I
saw it jerk a couple of times.

I stood up on the seat of the picnic table, looked around, unzipped my
shorts and pulled out my rigid cock.  I pushed it down a bit and then
concentrated and finally got a stream going and pissed on him.  "Open your
mouth."  He did and I filled it with piss and then continued to cover him
from head to knees in piss.

He knelt there and took it.  Not one hesitation or flinch.  He was
definitely showing me how this could be done.  He was sitting the bar very
high for me.  I knew it was going be difficult to live up to these
standards.

He continued to kneel there and it couldn't be comfortable.  But didn't
even grimace.  He just looked straight ahead.  "Jack off."  He didn't even
hesitate.  He grabbed his cock and started stroking.  I was truly amazed.
I would be dieing, but he just knelt there and stroked his cock.  I was
mesmerized, he was so great to look at, and to see him doing this in a
public location outside blew me away.

Soon, I could tell by his expression that he was getting close.  "Catch it
in your hand, when you shoot."  He grunted assent and continued to pump his
cock.  Soon he was moaning and really fisting his cock.  He held out his
hand and started shooting rope after rope into his hand.  His body
convulsed as he pumped out cum into his hand.

He squeezed out the last of it, held out his hand and looked at me.  My
mouth watered.  "Lick it off your hand, but don't swallow it."  He brought
it to his mouth and licked it clean.  Then looked at me.

"Stand up," he did, "Now come here."  He moved closer and I leaned out and
kissed him and stuck my tongue in his mouth and sucked his cum out of his
mouth.  I held the kiss as long as I could and then released him.

He looked at his watch and said, "Times up."  He stepped back, his cock
deflating as he reached down and picked up the shorts.  He held them out to
me.  "Strip and put these on."

He was back in the driver's seat again, telling me what to do.


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