Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2009 12:55:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fabius Maximus <cunctatorgold@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Submissive m/M, reluctant

Pool Submissive
By Fabius
m/M Reluctant.

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based on real people, either living or dead.
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of explicit gay sex with a minor. If you are not an adult, or if
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Jeff was always glad when Pete came by to swim in his backyard
pool.  The late thirties single guy would never have admitted it
to anyone in this world, but over the summer he had developed a
raging hunger to see the fourteen year old swimming around in the
pool in just his Speedos, his young, muscular legs kicking, his
flat belly rippling, and his strong arms pulling him through the
water.  Jeff was mortified to discover his secret yearnings for
the young adolescent boy; he wasn't gay, never had been.  And he
certainly had never had the slightest interest in adolescent boys
before Pete came into his life.  But, no matter how much he
chastised himself, the sick, hungry feelings just would not go
away.  And he just could not make himself refuse whenever Pete
knocked on his door and asked if it was all right to swim.
Jeff, who had taken to using his pool after work each hot summer
day, always invited Pete in for a swim whenever the kid showed up
with his tight Speedos on and a towel wrapped around his neck.
Without his wanting them to, Jeff found his eyes wandering
surreptitiously to Pete's Speedo-clad pubes, where, on more than
one occasion, he discerned a prominent bulge.  As they splashed
and played, Jeff could not resist the temptation to fantasize
about what Pete's young package would look like.  Here lately,
however, Jeff found himself more and more desperate to find out
just what the boy's member might taste like.  And, horror of
horrors, what his young hot sperm might feel like in his throat as
he swallowed.  Jeff fought down those thoughts and feelings as
much as he could, but, each time Pete came over, he found himself
less and less able to resist the thoughts that came crashing in.
Thursday night rolled around and Pete did not show up for his
normal swim time.  Jeff was half relieved and half agitated at not
seeing the boy.  But he took his usual swim anyway, and went
inside to fix dinner.
About eight o'clock his phone rang.
Hi, Mr. Perring.  It's Sharma, Pete's mom."
Oh hi, Sharma.  Is Pete okay?
Jeff became a bit apprehensive.  Did Pete's mom know about his
sick hunger for her son.  Had Pete said something to her about the
way he looked at Pete.  Was he going to be in trouble.
Jeff couldn't tell for certain but it sounded as if Pete's mom was
breathing heavy as she said, "Sure.  Pete's fine.  But I need to
ask you a big favor."
Jeff was so relieved that his nasty secret had not been discovered
that he almost laughed out loud with relief.
"Sure, Sharma.  Just name it."
There was a catch in Sharma's voice and what Jeff thought was a
low moan before she continued.
"I have to go up to Cleveland tomorrow night and won't be back
till late Sunday night.  I just wanted to know if Pete could stay
over with you for the weekend.  He talks about you all the time
and he has such a good time in your pool."
As Jeff pondered Charma's request he thought he could hear
giggling in the background.  But that impression didn't have time
to grab hold of his conscious mind, because Jeff suddenly became
overwhelmed with a burning hunger to have Pete all to himself for
the whole weekend.  He would be able to look at the boy for as
long as he wanted to.  They could swim together all day.  And
maybe....
"Sure, Charma," Jeff almost shouted over the phone.
"I'd be glad to have him around for the weekend.  It'll be fun,
and I'll take good care of him for you."
But instead of a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone,
Jeff distinctly heard what could only be a choked off sob.
"Charma.  Are you okay?"
Charma didn't answer for a few seconds, as if she were holding her
breath; trying to regain enough self control to continue.
"Yes, I'm fine," she practically whispered into the phone.
"I just have a bad headache, and it hurts."
Jeff could now definitely hear giggling in the background, but,
before he could ask about it, Charma said a quick "thanks and
goodbye," and hung up the phone.
Jeff had a very difficult time sleeping that night.  His dreams
swirled around salacious visions of him kneeling in front of Pete.
The boy was naked and seated with his young tan legs spread wide;
a smirk of triumph on his face, beckoning Jeff to crawl to him.
Then there were those sick images of him on all fours while Pete
spanked his naked butt with a hairbrush.  Jeff tossed and turned
in his sleep and found no rest.
All next day at work, Jeff found himself distracted by thoughts of
Pete and what the two of them would do together that weekend.  But
then Jeff found himself racked by a cold, dark fear.  Surely Pete
wouldn't want any part of his horrid, sick fantasies.  Surely the
boy would find him utter repellant and report him immediately to
the authorities if he even lifted a finger to turn his salacious
fantasies into reality.  Pete was just a normal fourteen year old
boy who liked to swim and put up with Jeff only because the pool
belonged to him.  There was nothing to their swims but harmless
fun.  And Jeff had better get any other thoughts out of his mind
before he got himself into serious trouble.  Exposure meant
termination from his job, loss of his nice house and pool, and
probably some jail time to boot.  Jeff sobered up and resigned
himself to a weekend where he would constantly have to be keeping
himself in check.  Or else!
That Friday afternoon, Pete was waiting outside Jeff's fence when
the older man got home from work.  Jeff was startled to see the
boy, as Pete usually showed up about an hour after.  He began to
feel the first stirrings of longing as he stepped out of his car
and walked up to the boy.  But he knew that that was where danger
lay, so he took himself to task and cooled down.
"Hi, Peter.  What are you doing here so early?  I thought your mom
wasn't leaving till after dinner."
Pete smiled up at Jeff, and the older man noted a little glint in
the boy's eyes.
"She had to leave earlier than expected.  She sent me over here
with my stuff for the weekend.  I hope it's okay,"
Pete pointed to an overnight case sitting on the ground next to
him.
It was then that Jeff noticed that Pete already had his Speedos on
with a T-shirt on top.  The older man just couldn't keep his eyes
from straying as he gave the boy the once over.  Yes.  There it
was; that haunting bulge in the boy's swimsuit.  Hunger fought
with fear and self-preservation for control of his soul.
When Jeff could finally tear his gaze away, he looked up into
Pete's face, and there was a little smirk on the boy's lips.
"Can we go swimming now, Jeff," said the boy in a husky whisper.
Jeff could not help the shiver that ran over his body.  What was
in store for him? He shook off his desire and faced the boy once
again.
"Sure Pete.  Just let me change into my swimsuit, and I'll be
right with you.  But don't go in until I get back.  Okay?"
The boy nodded as he opened the gate in the high wooden fence that
surrounded the pool.  Jeff had put up the fence for privacy a
couple years ago, and he was especially glad today that he had
done so.  He didn't know what might happen behind that high fence,
but he was sure he didn't want anyone seeing it.
Jeff practically tore his clothes off once in his bedroom.  He
grabbed a fresh swimsuit from inside his chest of drawers and
headed for the kitchen door that led to poolside.  What he saw
when he came out of the house made him draw a ragged breath.  Pete
was lying on a chaise long on his back with his young, tan arms
behind his head.  The T-shirt was gone, and the boy was
practically naked in only his tight Speedo trunks.  His light
brown nipples stood out against his flat chest.  His belly
revealed that last bit of puppy fat that boys his age have just
before shooting up into full manhood.  His long, strong legs were
spread so that Jeff found himself looking directly between them;
right at that enticing bulge.
When Jeff finally raised his eyes to meet those of the boy, he saw
that Pete's self satisfied smirk had grown.
"Now, do ya wanna swim, Jeff?" the boy asked languidly as he
rolled to his side on the chaise long.
Jeff could hardly catch his breath.
"Yes, Pete.  I want to swim with you now."
Pete slowly got up and walked nonchalantly to the pool.  He jumped
in, and Jeff was right behind him.
As was his custom, Jeff swam to the shallow end of the pool,
turned, and began swimming straight to the other end.  He was
trying his best to cool off his hunger and dampen the erection
that was growing in his own swimsuit.  Suddenly he felt a hand
grab the waistband of his trunks and pull backwards.  His swimsuit
slid just a little way down his butt.  As Jeff stood up to
readjust his trunks, Pete confronted him.
"Leave them alone," said the fourteen year old, smiling.  "I like
them just that way."
Jeff didn't know what to do.  Was this some playful game that Pete
had come up with to pass the time, or was there something much
more sinister going on.  Whatever the case, there was a look on
Pete's face that indicated that he was serious about Jeff leaving
his trunks where they were.  So, the older man just sank back into
the water and continued his swim.
The new placement of Jeff's trunks did nothing but put pressure on
his genitals and that only made his erection grow more.  Where was
this all going?
On the way back toward the shallow end of the pool, Jeff's swim
was interrupted once more by a hand tugging at his swimsuit.  This
time he felt the waistband being pulled even harder till the
trunks were halfway down his butt.  He didn't bother to stop
swimming this time, indulging Pete in his little game.  Truth to
tell, he didn't want to stop.  He wanted nothing so much in this
world as to find out where this was all going.
As his reward for not stopping or fighting back, Jeff felt a slap
on his half exposed butt as he swam on.
Without stopping at all, Jeff eagerly reversed direction and
headed for the deep end once more.  As he reached the middle of
the pool, the older man felt two strong hands grab his swimsuit
legs and begin to wrestle them completely off his body.  He could
feel the trunks sliding completely off his hips and down his legs
as he struggled to keep them on; but not too hard.  By the time he
reached the deep end of the pool, Jeff had lost his swimsuit
altogether and was totally naked.
As he swam back toward the shallow end, his mind a torrent of
anticipation Jeff felt a hand grab his now rock hard penis and
pull it roughly.  This made Jeff have to turn on his back and look
up at Pete standing in the shallow end of the pool with the older
man's penis firmly in his grasp.
"You like this, don't you, Jeff." Pete smiled down at the older
man.
The boy began to let his hand stroke up and down the older man's
shaft. Jeff could not suppress a moan of longing that escaped his
lips.
"You've been wanting me to do this all summer, haven't you?"
Jeff could not say a word.  He was shocked at the feel of the
boy's strength as he squeezed his manhood.  And, despite every
ounce of willpower he could muster, he could not deny that he
wanted more of the same.  Whatever it took to get it, he wanted
more.
"You do like what I'm doing to you.  Don't you, Jeff?  You like me
letting you look at my package with those hungry eyes of yours,
and you like me teasing you, and yanking that stupid swimsuit off
your body.  You like showing off naked to me.  You like me
ordering you not to do anything about it.  You like taking orders
from me.  You like me grabbing your dick and pulling on it like
you were my cute little subbie pull toy or something.  Don't you,
slutboy?  You're mine now, and you know it!  You'll do anything I
say, won't you, Jeffiepie?"
Jeff was now standing up in the pool beside the fourteen year old,
but he was doing absolutely nothing to make Pete take his hand
away.  He knew with every fiber of his soul that he should be
making this stop.  He knew that there would be hell to pay if he
didn't make this stop right now.  But he couldn't do a thing but
give in to his hunger to let Pete do whatever he wanted to do to
him.
Pete let out a little laugh and began pulling the older man around
the pool by his penis.
"Come on, subbie little pull toy.  Let's get out of the pool now
and then we'll have some real fun."
Docilely, hungrily, breathing heavily, Jeff let himself be led out
of the pool and onto the paved verge beside it.   Docilely, and
even more hungrily, the older man allowed himself to be pushed
down by the boy onto the pavement until he was on his hands and
knees.  Pete squatted beside the older man and began stroking his
flank with one hand, much as a horse trainer does to calm a
skittish colt.  The other hand continued to milk the older man's
penis.
"It's going to be alright from now on, Jeff.  It'll hurt a little
bit this first time, but then you'll get to liking it.  And
afterwards, I'll even let you suck me off 'cause I know that's
what you have been wanting all along.  You'll just love the taste
of your butt hole mixed with my spunk."
Jeff shivered in anticipation as he heard Pete remove his Speedos
and place the crotch right over the older man's face.  He hadn't
known till this very second where this was all going, but when he
felt the boy's erection pressing against his tight rose, he knew
that this was just were he belonged. Head bowed, submissive,
awaiting Pete's pleasure.
"I brought along some of my favorite toys, and we have all weekend
to try them out. Won't that be fun?"
Jeff just nodded his head.  He had come too far to turn back now.
He would just let himself be submissively led by his new young
owner anywhere the boy wanted to take him.
As Pete made his first thrust, Jeff cried out in pain, but then he
melted into a nice warm glow of pain/pleasure.
"I know, Jeff," Pete giggled as he reached under the older man and
took hold of his throbbing erection once more.  "Mom felt the
exact same way too when I butt fucked her the first time."
Hot tears of humiliation began to roll down Jeff's flushed cheeks.
"Hey, maybe I'll let you taste her butt hole off my dick as a
reward if you're a real good boy for me and just let me do what I
want with you.  Or maybe I'll do you while I make you do her.  She
won't like that, but I'll think it's fun."
Jeff shivered all over.  He was lost and he knew it.  But he
didn't care any more.
"I just can't wait to try out all the nasty ideas I have for you
two.  As a matter of fact, as soon as I get finished fucking you
and letting you clean my dick off, I think I'll call home and get
her ass right over here.  You know she didn't want to call you
with that made up story about Cleveland and all.  But what choice
did she have?"
As he increased the rhythm of his thrusts into the older man, Pete
began to laugh out loud.

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