Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 05:20:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Trainer, Bobby - Chapter 19

Bobby stopped a half step behind me. He was chuckling, "I have never seen
you run so fast. You really ran your ass off!" He was laughing again. He
tossed me the shorts, but I was too tired to lift my arms or feet to put
them on.

Fuck I was messed up!

I sat there naked on the jogging path! I struggled to catch my breath and
not collapse completely. Finally, I could sit up and look at Bobby. He was
smiling and not breathing hard at all. He was looking at me, up and down,
and smiled again. "You look so hot, sitting there naked and panting, with
the sun dappled across your body."

I took my shorts and shook them out and bent and pulled them on. Then I sat
a bit longer, looking at Bobby. I looked him up and down and marveled at
how beautiful he was. I loved the ripples in his stomach and the dusting of
hair across his chest, his treasure trail. He was so hot! I don't know how
he could call me hot, because he was the hot one.

Finally, I stood and Bobby started off down the path and I jogged behind
him, until he picked the pace and headed back to the university. I kept
pace with him, but it was a struggle. Finally, we got back towards the dorm
and he slowed down and started walking off the run. He didn't head to the
gym or the dorm.

Finally, I figured out that he was going to the parking lot. Once we got to
the car, he gave me a t-shirt to wear and got one out of the trunk for
himself. He got in the car and told me to get in. We drove off and rode in
silence.

Finally, he pulled into a fast food place and got us some
breakfast/lunch. Once again, I was starved. After we finished, he drove off
and finally parked on a side street. He told me to get out and I followed
him. Soon we were in an adult bookstore. Not the one we had been in before,
but a different one.

He took me through the store and to the back to some video booths. I had
not been in these kinds of booths. He opened one and had me enter. Once
inside he put some money in and picked a movie with gay porn. I was
fascinated by it. But he turned me around and told me to strip. I had no
clue what was in store, but I did as he asked.

Next, he pulled his shorts down exposing his growing cock. "Get down on
your knees and suck me." Of course I did. I loved the taste of it. I took
it into my mouth to slowly work my tongue over it while it expanded. That
is when I noticed a hole in the side of the booth and a pair of eyes
looking through. A guy was watching me suck off Bobby! Shit! I blushed and
looked the other way and saw another hole with a guy looking through. Fuck,
I blushed.

Once again, I was on display and once again I was sucking Bobby's cock. I
was so embarrassed to begin with, but loved the feeling of Bobby's cock and
doing this for him made me happy and doing it in front of someone only made
me harder and hornier. So I went for it and made a big show of sucking
Bobby giving the guys a good show.

I slurped and sucked and Bobby moaned and groaned, which was almost drowned
out by the sounds coming from the movie. The guys in the booths next door
began talking and calling out encouragement and also calling me names, like
cock-sucker, slut, fag, etc. It was so humiliating and degrading, but it
made me so hot and so horny.

It only made me want to do more and give Bobby even more pleasure. I
reached down to stroke my rock hard cock. Bobby saw and said, "No, hands
off."

I slipped his cock out of my mouth and said, "Yes, Sir."

"Oh, the cock sucker is a slave! And he listens to his Master. Look his
crotch is shaved! Take the whole thing to the root!" and on and on I
heard. At one point I took my mouth off of his cock and sucked his balls
while I pumped his cock.

Then I went back to his cock and worked to take the whole thing down. Soon,
my nose was in his pubic hairs and I was inhaling him and got lost in the
smell and lust and sex and humiliation and exhibitionism and everything. I
knew not what was going on then for a while; it was just my mouth and
Bobby's cock.

Not until I heard him moan and feel him push hard into my mouth, did I know
we were there. I have no clue how long the process took. I had sat there
and been consumed with sucking his cock. I felt him shoot the first load,
then he pulled back and shot loads into my mouth, so I could taste it. For
the second time that morning, I was sucking Bobby's liquid protein. It
tasted so good!

I sucked him dry and held onto his cock, until he eased me off and pulled
me up. I heard comments like, "Good cock-sucker," "Way to go slave," etc. I
blushed red again, but didn't mind it as much as I had loved doing what I
had just done and really didn't care at this point that two strangers had
watched me do it. I mean my cock swelled to the realization of having done
this in front of strangers and I know I blushed, but I had loved the whole
experience.

One guy asked me to feed him my cock, but Bobby said no and the other guy
wanted my ass or Bobby to fuck my ass and Bobby said no. He told me to get
dressed and opened the door to the booth, leaving it open while I got
dressed. That only made my cock jump more. I put on my t-shirt first and
then my running shorts. My cock was dripping again as I pushed it in and
along to the right as I tried to force it into my shorts.

Bobby was quiet as we walked back and out of the store. I was
self-conscious and was sure that all eyes were on me as I walked through
the store. I was sure that everyone was looking at me. When I got outside I
sighed a bit. When we got to the car, Bobby looked at me over the top of
the car and smiled. Then he said, "Strip."

I did so without hesitation because he had asked me to. I stood naked on
the street with a hard on! Bobby looked over and smiled, and said, "Get in
the car." I did and he did, then he reached over and put his hand on my
thigh and said, "You did good!" His hand sent a tingle through my whole
body and my cock jerked. He started the car and drove off.

As he drove off, I sat and wondered about what had just gone on. I found
when I was doing my journals at night that I spent a lot of time throughout
the day thinking about what had just gone on. What did it mean to me? What
did it mean about me? What does it make me, if I do those things? What does
it make me, if I enjoying what I am doing. What would people think if they
knew what I was doing? What would I think of myself, if I admitted I liked
doing those things? What did it make me?

I knew I loved (wow, what a word!) doing anything with Bobby. I did like
sucking him and having him fuck me and doing things to and with me. Wow, I
thought that! What did that make me? And the humiliation, did I mind that
he made me do things in front of people? Did that make them judge me in
some way? And I realized I didn't really care what they thought. I mean the
humiliation was tough to take, but it DID get me hot and horny!

And the degrading things I had done, the debased things he had made me do
and all those things. Then I thought about that - what was degrading and
what is debased. And if I liked them, what did that mean about me? I didn't
know the answer to that yet. But I knew I would get to the answer, or that
I had to get to the answer so my life could move on.

I looked up and realized we were getting close to campus. I looked down and
saw that I had gone down during my thinking. Bobby handed me my shorts and
told me to put them on and then handed me my shirt, once I got my shorts
on.

He said very little to me as we walked up the stairs and to my room. Inside
the room, I stripped. Bobby looked at me up and down. He handed me a pair
of shorts. I didn't know any more if they were mine or his, and that the
smell wouldn't tell me anything, since we were beginning to smell the same.

He handed me a polo shirt then and I got a pair of loafers. Then, "When you
go to see the doctor, remember, you are not allowed to cum and he is not
allowed to fuck you." That made me blush.

He sent me out the door with a pat on my butt and told me to be back by 7
at the latest. I walked out and closed the door and headed out.

I thought about what this meant, going to see him. He was going to want to
know what was going on. I had told him about Bobby and he would want to
know more. He was a great guy and he had jacked me off in that great
way. That thought made my cock jump in my shorts.

I found his place without much trouble. My heart started racing as I
knocked on his door. What was I going to tell him? What would he think of
me when I did?

"Hi! Dave, come in. I was worried that you might not come over." He was
standing there in jogging shorts and a t-shirt, looking very
un-doctorish. I got more nervous and anxious as I entered at his
invitation.

I think I said, hello, or something, but was looking and watching as he led
me through his place to a kind of den. There were two easy chairs there and
what looked like a massage table or something. It was padded and it looked
like, covered in leather. I was very nervous to be in this man's house with
him knowing so much about me and my cock was hard and I was sweating and
blushing again.

"Have a seat," he said, motioning me to one of the easy chairs. I sat, and
he sat in the next one. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink and
offered water or a soda. I said I would take some water. He got up and went
to get some. I looked around the room. It was neat and there were a couple
of pictures on the wall, and one wall had a bookcase full of books, some
looked like medical books and some looked like novels.

There was only one photo in the room and that was on a shelf in the
bookcase and looked to be the doctor and another man. I wanted to get up
and look at it, when he returned. He handed me a glass and set a coaster on
the table next to my chair. He sat in the other chair and didn't say
anything for a bit.

I don't know if he was expecting me to start or what. I was sweating and
feeling uncomfortable. He said, "So Dave, how have you been?"

He leaned forward in his chair as if he was eager for my answer, "Well,
Doctor, Kwawow ..."

He laughed. "It is a mouthful, so why don't you just call me Ted." He
smiled and said, "It's not like I am on duty or anything. We can just talk
and if I can help or offer suggestions or anything I will. I wanted us to
have a chance to chat and get to know each other. I want to know if you are
doing okay and feeling okay and if you have any questions."

I sat there and didn't know where to start. So I guess he figured he would,
"So are you still sexually active?"

I blushed and said, "Yes, Sir. "

"Nothing to be embarrassed about. I think it is healthy that a man your age
is having sex on a regular basis. So have you continued to have oral sex?"

Blushing, I answered, "Yes, Sir."

"Okay, and are you still being penetrated anally?"

Shit, when he asked it that way it was difficult to answer. It sounded
disgusting, but the answer was, "Yes, Sir."

"Okay, perhaps I should check you out to make sure that there still isn't
any trauma or anything. Is that okay?"

"Yes, Sir," looking back on it, I think he was using it as an excuse to get
me undressed.

"Okay, then come over here to this table and take off your clothes and let
me have a look." I stood but didn't move. I was hard and it would become
obvious when I took off my shorts. Was I prepared for that?

"Okay, what's the problem?" He looked me straight in the eye. "You're
nervous about being naked in front of me again aren't you? You're afraid
you will be hard and that makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?" He watched
for my reaction.

"Yes, Sir," I blushed and swallowed.

"Okay, this is becoming a habit, but if I undress will that make you feel
more comfortable?"

Eyes wide and mouth open, I closed it and said, "Yes, Sir," feeling my cock
jerking in my shorts. Of course, I was blushing. After everything, I
thought that blushing would stop, but it hadn't.

"Okay, I have no problem with this and if it makes you more comfortable,
then so be it." He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a very hairy
chest. I had seen the hair poking out of his collar at his office and
spotted it again today, but he was the hairiest man, that I had paid
attention to, since I had recently begun paying attention to me. It was
thick and covered his chest to his pecs and then lead in a wide path to his
navel and then down to his shorts. As he moved to remove his shorts, I saw
that he had no hair on his back. But the hair on his upper arms was dark
and thick as well. I wondered what it would be like to feel that chest.

All that in just a couple of seconds as he pushed his shorts down to the
floor and stepped out of them and then stood back up. His cock was soft,
but hung down about 4 inches over a set of egg-sized balls. This pubic hair
was thick and framed his equipment. I was staring and I fucking blushed
again. It led to his legs and they had darker thicker hair than I had seen
before. I mean to me not a gross amount of hair, but a different
sort. Naked he looked what I thought a rugby player would look
like. Stocky, muscled and hunky!

My cock was swelling and I knew it was dripping. "Okay, well, I guess it is
your turn." He said as he raised his arms from his sides.

I blushed, but grabbed my polo shirt and pulled it over my head. Then
looked at him, I toed off my shoes and then unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped
them and let them drop, once again exposing my rigid cock to him. His eyes
opened wide and he smiled. I looked at him again and saw that his cock was
swelling!

He told me to get up on the table so he could check me out. He looked my
cock over and held it this way and that. Then he took each ball in his hand
and felt each one and squeezed them gently. My cock oozed as he did this.

Then he told me to get up on my hands and knees on the table. He put some
goop on his finger and worked it into my hole. I moaned and he stretched my
hole and felt around inside until he touched my prostate. My cock dripped
and jerked when he did that and I moaned louder. He withdrew his finger and
smacked my butt. "Okay, everything looks fine in there. Turn around here
and sit down."

When I was sitting back down, I couldn't help but notice his nice hard
cock. Cut and about 6 or 7 inches long, with a curve to the right, it was
standing at attention and pointing towards the ceiling. He had 2 low
hanging balls, covered with the same dark kinky hair that covered his
crotch. I guess he noticed my stare.

"Okay, being dressed the way I am and seeing you and examining you the way
you are, I can't help it. You are one hot dude!" I guess he saw something
in my face, cause he added, "Yeah, I like guys just like you do."

He looked very obviously at my boner and said, "Do I need to take care of
that for you today, so we can talk?"

"No, Sir, My Master has told me I am not to cum until he tells me to."

Laughing he says, "So I guess that means, blowing you or fucking you is out
of the question!"

I blushed and was a bit taken back - he was my doctor. But one fucking hot
naked doctor. And I wouldn't mine having him blow me or fuck me! Shit!

"Yes, Sir, it is out of the question." I was amazed that I could talk
coherently about this.

"Okay then, come over here and sit down," I got up and went and sat in the
chair he indicated and his was at more than a 90 degree angle to mine so my
lap was very visible to him and so was his to me.

"Now, tell me - what have you been up to with this Master of yours?  No,
first tell me what you think of him and what he is having you do?" He
looked me in the face again, and said, "Are you okay with what is going
on?"

I had to look up from his crotch again and think a bit about my answer. "I
think he is the hottest guy I have ever met. His body is beautiful and his
cock is great and ..." looking up, cause I had dropped my head, "... I
like sucking it and I like it when he fucks me." I blushed and was going to
get emotional here soon. I couldn't believe I had told someone that. I
tried to control myself and added, "I like what is going on, but I
sometimes worry about it and what it says about me. But I really get off on
it and I am realizing that. Not that it is getting easier, because he keeps
raising the bar and making it more difficult, more risky, more edgy, more
... I don't know - wild."

"I can tell you like it, because your cock swelled and jerked as you talked
about it. But it sounds like there are some emotions there that you are
having difficulty handling. Want to talk about them? "

"Yes, Sir, I mean Ted. My feelings for Bobby are so unique to me. I have
never felt things like this about anyone. I don't know if I call it love or
what." Did I just use the word, Love? "I want to do everything and anything
for him. I want to please him, but I want to know that it is what he wants
and that he likes me. I know I am not a hot looking dude, but he seems
to..."

"Wait. Wait. Wait!" he stopped me. "Who the fuck, sorry, I mean, who ever
told you that you are not a good looking handsome man?"

"No one ever did, but no one has ever said I am handsome. I look around and
see people and think they all look better than I do. I mean look at
you. You are one hot guy. And the guys I have seen in the locker rooms
recently, all far out class me in looks and muscles and all." I swallowed
and said, "I am sorry, but I am just not one of those guys."

"Get up!" I did and he took my elbow and walked me down the hallway to a
bathroom and stood me in front of a full-length mirror. "Now look at that
guy in the mirror. What do you see?"

"I see me." It was obvious.

"No, that is a hot dude." Look you are good looking and handsome. I want to
hear you say, 'I am a hot dude.'"

Without much conviction, I said, "I am a hot dude."

"No, say it like you mean it!"

A little bit louder I said, "I am a hot dude."

"Look, you have to mean this. Damn it, it is true! I want to hear you say
it 10 times and each one a bit louder until you mean it!"

I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "I am a hot dude."

"Louder and mean it!"

"I am a hot dude."

"Louder."

He kept doing that until I was yelling it and then I began to wonder if I
wasn't saying something true, then I yelled, "I AM A FUCKING HOT DUDE!"

"Yes!," he said and clapped me on the shoulder.

I pushed my shoulders back just a bit and stood just a bit straighter and
smiled.

"Okay, come back here with me." He took me into a living room, not the one
we were in before. He sat me on a couch and sat next to me. I could feel
the heat of his body and he sat next to me. I found it very exciting. "Now
tell me how you feel about the things you have done."

I looked at him and felt his warmth and started talking, "Sometimes, I feel
so humiliated and so debased and so degraded by what I do and what he has
me do. But then I think about it and know that I got so turned on by it and
so hard and so much pleasure and I don't know. The emotions conflict in me.

"I wonder what it means about me, if I admit I want and need those
things. I have come to grips with the fact that I like men and especially
Bobby. I don't know yet, if I could let others know that about me, but if I
want to spend more time with him, then I am going to have to say
something. And that is, of course, only if he would want to spend time with
me. Which I think he is saying.

"But then he will say things like, 'You can walk away from this at anytime,
but I will never see you again.' And I don't know how to take those
comments."

He looked at me and said, "Well, maybe, he is saying he could be with a man
that couldn't admit that to himself or wouldn't do the things he asked."

I hadn't thought of it that way, and I told Ted that.

"So what do you think about people knowing what you are doing? Does it
matter to you what they think or believe?" He reached out and put and arm
on my shoulder. "Is that important to you?"

I knew it was going to happen, I felt a tear roll down my cheek, "It always
has been for me. I have lived my life that way. More concerned about what
people would think of me and how to act for them to be acceptable. I
thought that was the way it was supposed to be."

"And now?"

"Now, I don't know," and I was crying now. "I want to be with Bobby and if
that means not caring what other people think, then I guess that is what
will be."

He gripped my shoulder, "But is it important what other people think?" He
shook my shoulder a bit, "Isn't it more important to be worried about what
you think? Or what Bobby thinks?"

"I guess so. But I worry about what the guys in the dorm will think if they
find out I like guys or that I do the stuff that I do. Or professors, what
they would do, if they knew. And, oh shit, what my parents would think if
they knew." I really lost it then and sobbed.

He grabbed me and pulled me close and hugged me. "Hey, for me, it is
important that people know I like men, not what I do with them. I don't
want to pretend to the rest of the world that I am something that I am not,
nor do I want to hide what I am. I am a doctor, and a damn good one, except
when you walk around naked with a hard on! And I happen to like men and
someday, I am going to find Mr. Right and we are going to live together
and, while I am concerned a bit about being accepted, I am not going to
live my life based on that.

"And parents - well they can be great. If they love you and understand,
then they will adjust and love you and welcome your friends into their
house. If they love you and don't understand, then love them back and show
them that you are still the son they raised, with the same desire to do
well, and to go to school and become what ever it is you want to become.

"And if they don't love you and don't understand, then maybe you need to
find a family that does. I have known guys and gals who have done that. One
guy, when he told his parents he was gay, they took all his stuff, put it
in his car, rolled it out to the pasture and set it on fire. He moved out,
found a loving family and is living with them and building a life." He saw
the dread in my face.

"No, I am not saying your parents would do that. That is the extreme, most
of the time, it just takes some time for parents to adjust to a new
paradigm for their son and their life. I know many guys that thought they
could never tell their folks, but when they finally did the parents said
things like, 'Well, we always thought so', or 'Okay, son, just know that we
will still love you and always will', or 'okay, that's going to take a bit
to get used to, but know that we love you no matter what.' But it is
something only you can do.

"And I can tell you from personal experience, putting it off is really
harder than just doing it. Okay, have I made my point here?" He took hold
of my shoulders and pushed me away. I knew all he had said was true and
that I had to make the decisions.

"You know, I am such a ninny, I have had this discussion with myself many
times and come to a conclusion, but keep second guessing it. I have to just
do it. Learn to control myself and be happy with myself and move on with my
life!"

"Ata boy!"

I straightened up and wiped my face, he handed me some Kleenex and I blew
my nose. I looked down and saw his cock had gone down a bit and so had
mine. I felt I owed him something for being there for me. "Can I suck your
cock?"

"Wow, that came out of nowhere." He looked at me and I looked at his crotch
and his cock was swelling again. "Why would you ask that?"

"Because you helped me understand myself a bit and I want to give you
something in return. I feel I owe it to you."

"Oh, a mercy suck! Well, no way and by the way, don't ever offer that again
as a way to pay someone back. We just put some steel in you spine, so don't
lose it!" He looked at me again and with his hand on my shoulder, "But know
that it is definitely something I would like to experience and would
eagerly reciprocate." He smiled hugely then and clapped my shoulder.

That made my heart race a bit and my cock jerk. I looked at his cock again
and said, "Can I at least touch it. It looks so good. I want to know what
it feels like."

"Dave, certainly you can. I guess you haven't gotten to feel that many
cocks in the last couple of days, since you started trying this out."

As I reached out to grip it I said, "Well, many more than I ever thought I
would, but not too many. Wow, that feels so great. I just can't get over
the warmth of these things." I was squeezing it and playing with
it. Touching the head. Then I ran my fingers through his thick bush.

He spread his legs and I got to feel and play with his nuts. I wanted to
see where the hair continued. I moved down, until I was looking at the area
behind his balls and was entranced by the trail of hair leading back. I
also like how that tube of his shaft continued back and I could see it
there. I took his legs and pushed them back towards his shoulders so I
could look at his crack.

I was amazed at the hair in his crack. It was hairy. I mean hairy. I put my
finger in and felt the kinky hair. I guess I had some there; otherwise
Bobby wouldn't have shaved it. This was interesting, and he had hair on his
butt cheeks. I liked the way his pink hole peaked through it. Oh shit, this
was a doctor and I was examining him like a mannequin! "I am sorry, Sir, I
mean Ted. I got carried away. I find you hair so fascinating and
interesting."

"Dave, it is okay." He smiled, "like a kid in a candy store!" He
chuckled. "You really don't know a lot about guys yet do you?"

I blushed and he said, "It's okay. It's cute and nothing to be embarrassed
about. We all have to learn somewhere, some how. So you just explore
away. I can't say that it isn't feeling good."

I started feeling around and he did lower his legs and I thought I did
something bad. "I have an idea. Why don't we go into the other room? I'll
lay down and you can explore away." I blushed again, damn it! and followed
him.

I was hard again and so was he as he lay down on the table on his back. He
handed me a bottle of lube and said, "Use this if you want to explore
inside. And really, Dave, I don't mind if this is going to help you with
increasing your knowledge." He bent his knees and planted his feet wide.

I went back to exploring his crack. But there was something else I had to
do. I bent and put my nose in his crotch and inhaled. He actually jumped,
"What are you doing?" He didn't yell.

I looked up and fucking blushed again, "I just wanted to know how you
smelled compared to Dave and the couple others I have smelled." I looked at
him, "Is that okay?"

"Sure, help yourself."

I went back to sniff and he smelled differently than Bobby; there was a
different underlying smell, that musky smell. I mean there was a soap smell
and a faint urine smell, but it was the musky smell that was I was smelling
the most.

Then I kept sniffing and went on and smelled the area behind his balls and
got most of a sweaty, musky smell. And kept on and actually smelled his
crack. I blushed thinking about what I was doing. But I felt the hairs
tickle my nose as I took a deep sniff. There was that faint acrid smell
underlying the smell there.

Then I saw his hole winking through the hair again. And I wanted to
explore. I had had things up my ass, but had never felt inside. I put some
lube on my index finger and then went over and put it on his hole and
rubbed a bit and pushed. I was watching how his hole responded as I put my
finger in. It tightened around my finger and I pushed in and felt
around. He moaned. I started to pull out and he said, "No, continue. It
just feels good."

I kept feeling around until I found the raised bump in there. I pressed on
the spongy texture of it and he moaned again and I looked up, his cock was
leaking. I watched as I pushed on the spot and his cock would leak. I knew
mine worked that way and now I understood more. I pulled back a bit and
pushed two fingers in.

I was amazed how his hole stretched and accommodated it. I worked around
the hole and saw that I could stretch it wider. I inserted a third finger
and moved them in. He was not complaining at all. In fact, he moaned again.

I moved my fingers in and out several times and managed to hit that spot
again and he moaned again and leaked some more. It was fascinating to see
the precum, drip down and catch on the hairs around it.

I had to know, so I reached over and scooped up a bit of it and tasted
it. He looked up at me as I touched the tip of his cock and smiled when he
saw what I was doing. It was salty and tangy and tart, different than mine
or Bobby's.

Then I thought of something else and with a smile I began. I really did
feel like a kid in a candy store. To be able to explore and learn about a
man's body; was great! But I started fingering his prostate and then took
his cock in my hand and started stroking it. He looked up at me, then lay
back down and moaned.

I stopped for a second and put some lube on my hand and then went back to
using it on his cock. One hand on his cock and three fingers of the other
in his ass, just as he had done to me. I kept massaging that spot and
stroking his cock and he began to move around on the table and moan. I just
kept up my pace. I had only jacked off Bobby and I didn't get to see that
up close, I was behind him in the shower. And to feel how his ass responded
to the stimulation there was amazing.

I knew he was going through many of the same feelings I had in this
position. I just kept up the work and as he tried to work up into my hand,
I would increase the speed.

He was moaning and gripping the table. I was watching as his nuts drew up
until they were on either side of his dick and then his body tightened and
he groaned and grunted and shot and shot and shot, straight up; it landed
on his chest and stomach. I kept pumping until he said, "Enough! Stop!"

I let go of his cock then and withdrew my fingers. I patted his stomach and
he opened his eyes and looked at me. "That was incredible!"

"Well, you did it to me, but I learned a lot from doing that to you." I
wiped up a bit of his cum and tasted it. He looked at me while I tasted
it. "Different than Bobby's or mine."

He wiped up a bit as well and licked his finger and then smiled. "I'll have
to wait to make the comparison." He sat up and grabbed a towel and wiped
himself up. He swung his legs over the edge of the table and sat looking at
me.

"Okay, do you have any other questions about anything?" I thought for a bit
and felt much better about things and had learned much.

"No, but Sir, I mean Ted, you have helped. Being a listening ear and a
friend and an anatomy coach!" I smiled at him and put my hand on his
shoulder, "Thanks; it really means a lot to me."

"Okay, then, you still have your erection, but mine has gone down a bit."
He stood up and walked over to his clothes.

"Yeah, I know. But Bobby says that will be taken care of tonight."

"What's happening tonight?"

"He is taking me to his uncle. His uncle is the one who taught Bobby about
his body and what he liked and needed. Kind of what Bobby is doing for
me. It is some kind of test, initiation, and I don't know what else."

My heart still raced as I thought about the upcoming event. But I wasn't so
worried about the how or what, but the who and why?

I looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it was 6:30 and I had
to get back to the dorm. I quickly grabbed my clothes and got them on and
had to figure out where to stick my dick to keep it from showing. Got
everything together. Ted hugged me and wished me well. I wanted to kiss
him, but didn't know how he would respond to that. And it was too new for
me to know what was right or wrong.

I thanked him again and rushed out of his house, while he stood at the
door, with the door blocking his lower body. I was feeling better about
myself and had a real spring in my step as I went back across campus. My
heart did race as I thought about the evening coming up. But as Bobby kept
telling me, there wasn't a lot I could do, if I wanted to move forward. And
I did want to move forward with him.

I got back to the dorm and Bobby was there when I knocked on the door. I
entered and stripped. He looked at my cock and said, "Did you?"

I said, "No, Sir." He closed the door then and smiled.

"So what went on over there?" I began to tell him, but he told me to sit on
the bed while he sat on the chair. As I told the story, he would interrupt
and ask for more information or clarification. I got through all of it and
he smiled. "Sounds like you got lots of stuff out and discussed and got to
explore some." He smiled.

"Okay, we need to get you cleaned up and ready for this evening. Get in
there in the shower and let's get you cleaned up." I walked into the
shower. He started it and then stripped and told me to get in. He got in
and spent some time washing me up from top to bottom. He scrubbed every
area, and then he used the cream to get the majority of the stubble off my
body. Then he got out the razor and used it to shave my pubes, underarms
and ass. I was hard the entire time, as he manipulated my cock and balls to
shave them. I would alternate between watching what he was doing to me and
looking at him.

I loved his Adam's apple, the way you could see the veins on his arms and
hands, the way the muscles moved in his arms. Wow, my cock swelled and
jerked while he was doing my armpits as I watched him.

When he was done, he rinsed me and then dried me. He told me to wait as he
dried himself. I watched as the towel moved over his body. He caught me
watching and smiled. He dried his hair with the towel. Then he had us brush
our teeth. Back into the bedroom, he had a clean pair of shorts and a polo
shirt out for me. As I put them on, he put on a similar outfit. He put on
his loafers and told me to put on mine.

My heart started pounding again. It was time to leave. He saw me and
laughed. "Calm down!" He opened the door and we headed out. We walked down
the stairs and out of the dorm in silence. Once we got to the car, he
smiled again as he told me to get in.

He started the car and drove out. My heart pounded again and my armpits
began to drip sweat. This was it!

Bobby pulled up to a house and told me to get out. We walked up to the
front door. It was a typical suburban house, on a street full of them. I
could see the next door houses and the houses across the street they were
all similar.

When we reached the front door, Bobby told me, "Once inside this door, you
may not speak, no matter what, until you are told to speak. And I can tell
you that is going to be a long time before you are told to speak. At times
I will be with you; at times I will not be with you. But remember - you
trust me and I know you can do this."

Continual thanks to the readers who send in comments, pics, life
experiences, etc. And my apologies for missing chapter 17 in postings, my
master has punished me for that!  Comments to harryrod575@hotmail.com

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harry