Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 21:44:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Jake K <sublawyer1965@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Real Me part 10

This is a work of fiction, and the characters engage in unsafe sexual
activity. Always use protection, and always use a safe word when you play
rough. Any comments should be directed to sublawyer1965@yahoo.com.

***

I woke up at about 8 AM, and looked over to see Scott still sound
asleep. He had knocked the covers off in the night -- the heat had been
working overtime -- and his whole body was exposed. I let my eyes trail
over his amazing physique -- from his firm pecs with the broad nipples
sticking out, down to his six-pack abs (and I was jealous -- I remembered
when I was his age, how easy it was to keep my abs looking good and now I
had to work hard for them), down to his cock which was soft but still
looked huge, and finally to his legs. Now my particular fetish when it
comes to body parts is legs -- and Scott had very well developed thighs and
calves, without being overly so, showing he knew to work them as much as
his upper body and arms, which a lot of guys seem to not understand.

After a few minutes of soaking him in, I carefully rolled out of bed. I
wanted to fix him breakfast and have it ready before he woke. I quietly
went down to the kitchen and began to fix some scrambled eggs with sausage
in them, grits, sliced melon and strawberries, toast and orange juice. I
got it all ready and put all the warm food in the oven on low to keep it
warm, then went upstairs to wake him after I had the table set and the
toast ready to go.

As I walked in the room, I was again blown away at how fucking good-looking
Scott was -- and I felt some small sense of pride that he had chosen me. I
carefully worked back into the bed, and kissed him gently on the lips. In
his sleep he moaned lightly but did not wake up. Being the determined
man... I mean boy... that I was, I kissed him again, this time with a bit
more pressure. This time Scott rolled me over and lay on top of me, still
asleep but responding to the physical sensations I was offering. He began
to kiss me back as he slowly woke up, and since I was watching him (I never
kissed with my eyes closed... never was comfortable enough with a guy to do
that), I saw his eyes pop open, and he started to grin. Then he pressed
into me more, kissing me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth as he began
to grind into me. Lord, help me, he was hard again!!!

He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at me. "Good morning
pup, sleep well?" I smiled and said "Yessir" as he began to roll off me,
and stood by the bed. He looked down at his morning wood, then looked back
at me. He did not say anything, and he never even gave a facial cue -- I
simply got off the bed on my knees in front of him, and took it in my
mouth. Scott grinned at me, then threw his head back, and using my hair as
a hold, fucked my mouth hard. I was still a little raw from the previous
night, but I worked his rod like it was my favorite treat in the world
(which, at this point, it was!!!).

He looked down at me, and laughed. "Damn, boy, how the hell did you ever
think you were a top? You're taking to this like a slut in heat, I think
you would do about anything to service this cock, huh? Your partners at the
firm would bust a gut seeing you like this, on your knees servicing a guy
young enough to be their son, but man enough to make you beg for it. But
this is good, Jakey-boy, you're coming around to understanding your place."
As he spoke he was thrusting into my mouth, rougher with each stroke, until
he was truly coming close to choking me. But he held me firmly, so I had no
place to go, I had to simply let him use me. As he began to tense up, he
pulled out, and shoot his morning load all over my face. He laughed at me,
and said "You will love your morning facials, Jake, I promise."

I was coughing a bit, trying to catch my breath, but I stayed on my
knees. His fingers ran thru my hair, and he softly told me I was a good
boy. Then he pulled my back towards his cock, and told me he needed to
piss. I nervously swallowed, but I took his head in my mouth and locked my
lips around it. He grinned, and let loose his flow. It was very bitter --
obviously I was going to have to get used to strong morning drinks form
him. As I was drinking it, he said, "So I guess you're learning your new
routine, lil pup, which is good -- every morning you're to be ready for
this. Usually will not need to drop a load in you before pissing but today
was special." He ruffled my hair as he spoke, making me feel good -- I was
pleasing him.

As he finished, he pulled out and shook the last drops off on my cum
covered face. He smiled at me, then sat back on the bed. "So pup, how do
you feel?"

I looked at him, thinking about the question. How could I put it in words
for him? I mean, I was dealing with this, and lord knows this man was able
to drive me wild with just one shot of his cocky grin. But how could I
explain it, without sounding dopey?

I took a deep breath, then looked up at him. "Sir, honestly, I am still not
sure how this will work, but I think I am over worrying about that -- I am
learning to trust you to make it happen as it should. But right now, I am
happy -- with where I am, and that I am able to please you. So many things
are starting to make sense, and that is all because of you, seeing me for
who I really need to be. So ... I am very happy, sir."

He grinned at me, and then stood. As he started to walk to the bathroom, I
said, "Sir, I made breakfast while you were sleeping -- it is mostly ready,
just being kept warm. I hope I was right that you would be hungry?"

He kept walking into the bathroom, but said over his shoulder, "Yeah, pup,
I am -- I will be done after I take a quick shower. Ten minutes."

I stood and went down to the kitchen, and got everything on plates, and
when I heard the water shut off upstairs, I started the toast, and set
everything on the table. Scott walked in the kitchen right as the toast
popped up, and sat down (again at the head of the table -- he truly had
become master of the house, after all).  He had put on a pair of Umbros,
but somehow covering up only made him sexier.

I sat down beside him, and we ate, talking about little things -- music,
movies, birthdays, all the small stuff we still did not know about each
other. Anyone else looking at us would never have known Scott was the
dominant and I was submissive, we seemed to be just two men eating
breakfast (okay, so gay men given I was still naked, and every once in
awhile, Scott would reach over and playfully touch my nips or my cock, but
hey, fuck anyone else watching, right?).

He also told me that each morning, he expected breakfast to be ready when
he came downstairs. On days we were up at the same time, he wanted a full
meal like this, but most days he would not be up when I left for work, so I
was to have something simple ready -- bagels, cereal, sliced fruit -- along
those lines. He also expected when he was here that I would have his
clothes washed for him -- I could either do them myself or have them done,
but he was never to have to think about it. Basically, he delegated to me
all the domestic chores, but it was not in some sort of demeaning way -- it
was simply another way to reinforce my role as serving him. And oddly, I
was okay with it -- I wanted to do all the menial things for him.

I had coffee brewing while we were finishing, and as I cleared the table,
Scott poured a cup and told me he would be in the library when I was done
cleaning up. It took me a few minutes, but the whole time, I was thinking
about how things had changed so much for me, and yet how little. I had
never had anyone else clean up after eating, thinking that was just being a
bad host. Again, I could now look back and realize it was that part of me
that wanted to serve coming out. When I was done, I poured a cup of coffee
for me and went into the library.

Scott was on the computer, working on something. When I came over to him,
he patted his leg for me to sit next to him. There were no other desk
chairs in here (shopping note) so I ended up sitting on the floor next to
him, my arm on his leg, as he worked. He was typing away a paper on Roman
history, and flipping back and forth to several websites for references. I
read what he was typing and was enjoying his argument on how it was
economics and not Christianity that truly caused the downfall of Rome, when
I caught an error. I pointed it out to him, then got down a book I had on
the Roman Empire, and showed him what I was meaning. He grinned and told me
I was his official paper-editor now. I laughed and asked him how much the
job paid, and he leaned down and kissed me -- when he was done, I told him
one of those for every error would be a good deal. He just smiled and went
back to work. After a few minutes, I asked him if I could go do some of my
own work, and he nodded, lost in thought.

I grabbed my laptop, and say in the big cushy chair, and worked on several
contracts and reports work had emailed me that I needed to finish before
Monday. We spent several hours, quietly working, just near each
other. Every once in awhile, one of us would get up and stretch, walk a
bit, and check on the other, but other then murmurs and such, we just
silently relaxed with one another. I kept him supplied with coffee as he
needed it, which he indicated by lightly tapping the cup on the desk as he
worked.

After about four hours, Scott stood and stretched, grunting as he did. He
walked over to me and asked me how much more I needed to do. I looked at
the files, and said I had about three more hours, but I could do them
tomorrow. He took the laptop and saved the files, then closed it -- I was
impressed, he never read anything I was working on, and when he looked at
me, he said he knew I handled confidential information, and would never
read anything I did not tell him he could.

He led me upstairs to the bedroom and went into my closet and came out with
track pants and a t-shirt, workout shorts, jock strap, socks and
runners. He set them on the bed and told me to get dressed, as he pulled
out similar items from his bag. I wanted to ask him why, but I stayed
silent -- I knew he would tell me when he was ready.

We went downstairs, and he picked up the keys to the Jeep. "Come on pup,
time to get you some exercise." He went to the garage as I followed, and
got in the car. He drove, placing his hand on my leg and asking me more
about my family, and telling me more about his mom. She knew he was gay,
and was cool with it, but he was not sure how she was going to handle him
being with a guy twice his age -- she was only 38 herself. But he said he
knew she would deal, once she met me.

I told him my family was mostly passed away, though I had a brother and
sister to whom I was very close. They knew I was gay, but also would
probably have some questions about an 18yo -- one of my nephews was 16yo,
so I knew they were going to be a little freaked out. Well, he would be --
my sister and I were twins, so we were extremely close, and I could explain
it all to her, even the whole dom/sub thing, and she would accept it. We
would never be able to tell my brother about the nature of our dating,
because he was a bit on the prudish side. But he would love Scott, they had
a ton in common, so I knew with time they would be cool, once he got over
his issues.

As we talked, I kept thinking about this -- we were discussing more then
just sex, and talking about meeting family. I still was not going to say I
was in love, but obviously this was more then just fuck-buddies -- a lot
more.

He drove us to my gym, and parked. I started to ask him about knowing where
I worked out, but then I remembered the twins. I was nervous as we went in,
and I got him a guest pass. We took off the track pants, so just in the
workout shorts, and stretched. He pointed to two open treadmills, and we
started to jog. He quickly set the pace, a good steady speed that would
really get us sweating. After about fifteen minutes, he leaned over some,
and said "Take off your shirt." I swallowed, nervous at exposing my shaved
chest to the world. But I knew what would happen if I did not do it -- and
I never wanted to knowingly disobey Scott again.

I peeled the shirt off, and my bare-as-a-child upper body was exposed. The
new collar, with its obvious lock, was displayed for everyone to see. I had
taken my shirt off here before now, so people knew I was normally
hairy-chested, and I had never worn any jewelry before so the collar would
be doubly obvious. I stumbled a second, looking to see who was noticing,
but no one seemed to be looking. I knew it would not last, but at least for
the moment I was okay.

We put in a good 45 minutes, then walked another five to cool down. As we
did, I saw the twins on the weights, working their arms. When I looked at
them, they grinned and one of them ran his hand down his chest and
laughed. I blushed, not sure how to handle this. But I was determined not
to embarrass Scott, since I knew where that would lead.

When we had finished the treadmill, Scott led me to the weights and said
hello to the twins. I was amazed that he had no trouble telling them apart
at all. They were both very respectful to him, but also joking with him --
but they mostly ignored me, except one time one of them grabbed the collar
and said "I like you smooth, Jakey, suits a boy like you better." He
watched me, as I dropped my eyes to the floor, not sure what to say.

We worked out with the twins for an hour, spotting each other as needed,
competing some with how much we could each lift and press -- I usually won
that, just based on size since all of us worked out enough that no one had
a muscle advantage -- and it got to where we were all having a good time,
they having started to include me in the joking and conversation. But by
this time, a lot of guys who knew me had noticed the smoothness of my skin
and the obvious slave collar, and I heard some comments. A few of the guys
I had fucked before, so they knew how I had prized my chest hair -- and
they also noticed how I deferred to Scott (though there were a few moments
where I almost fucked up and forgot myself -- but I caught them at the last
moment).

A couple of the more bold boys had come over closer to us, and they made a
comment about my being a pussy-fuck where Scott could hear them. I bit my
lip, thinking I would just let it go, but Scott walked over to them. I did
not hear what he said but one of them turned pale white listening to Scott
talk, and the other nodded, and I heard him say "Yessir" before Scott
turned and walked back to us. He reached over to me, pulled me down and
kissed me right there in the middle of the gym. The twins guffawed as they
watched, and I turned about thirty shades of red, given the audience. But I
did not pull away at all. By god, if I was going to be embarrassed, I was
at least going to enjoy the kiss!!

Scott pulled back, and looked me in the eye. "You're going to have to deal
with a lot of shit, because of the shit you tossed around while you tried
to be the macho man. And you're going to take it from the people who you
deserve it from. But I will not let you be treated badly just because some
little fags are jealous. And I told them exactly what would happen if they
kept it up -- and my reputation as a tough top let `em know I was not
kidding." He kissed me again, then walked over to the twins and they spoke
quietly. As he turned back to me, he told them he would see them tonight,
and they said they were looking forward to it. Scott just motioned for me
to head out, and as he walked by the two jerks, he just stared at them til
they looked away. I, of course, followed just as if the collar had a leash
attached.

We drove back to the house in silence, his hand on my shoulder, massaging
the muscles. I was lost in my thoughts -- I had just been "outed" at the
gym, and I was not sure what that meant to me. I mean, I was careful but I
was not closeted at the gym -- but I had always been an alpha-male
there. Now it was going to spread all around that I was another man's
bitch. And I knew there was no way to explain to them the difference
between being Scott's bitch and his boy -- they would just laugh.

But did that matter now? I mean, I had all but given myself to him, I wore
his collar. He was driving my Jeep -- my baby. I stayed naked when he was
clothed, just because he wanted it. So did it matter what they thought?

Scott seemed to sense what I was thinking, because as we pulled into the
driveway, he said "I know you're still adjusting your mindset, pup, but
never ever be embarrassed of being my boy -- and never think because you're
mine, you're someone else's, unless I tell you to obey them. You're
submitting to me, not to every man around. And the only men I will tell you
to go with will be the men who you truly fucked over, like the twins. You
hurt them, and you knew you did, and you never made any effort to make
amends. So now, you're going to pay the price. But you have to work this
out in your own head, to be able to stand in a room of people and not worry
who knows you bend over for my dick when I snap my fingers." He got out of
the Jeep and walked inside, leaving me there to think.

He was right, of course -- I did have to accept my role not just here at
home but around people, as well. After a few minutes, I took a deep breath
and followed Scott inside. The moment I got in the door, I stripped to my
skin, and took my clothes upstairs. Scott was sitting on the bed, leaning
back on his hands. He grinned when he saw I was naked, and again I almost
melted simply from the sheer magnetism this... kid... exuded.

"Strip me, boy," he said. I set my clothes to the side, and walked over to
him. I dropped to my knees, and began to undo the laces of his shoes. But
as soon as I touched the firs tone, I felt an uncontrollable urge and
lifted it to my lips and kissed the toe. He smiled at me, but did not move,
just letting me do what I felt right. Suddenly, I could not help it, I
began to lick his shoe all over -- I just felt a desire to clean them, no
idea where it came from. I looked up at him, to see if he approved, and saw
his head was back, his eyes closed. I was so used to judging his reaction
based on his grin or his frown, I was not sure, but I had to go with the
fact that since he was not stopping me, he at least did not object.

I spent five minutes on his left shoe, tasting the sweat form all the times
he had run in these shoes. Then, to answer my question, he put the right
one directly in front of me. He did not say a word, but I knew I had found
another way to please him, and worked on it. Finally, he decided I had done
enough, and told me to finish stripping him.

I pulled the shoes off, and then the socks. I massaged his feet for a few
seconds, then began to work my way up his legs. As I said, I am a major leg
fan, and getting to feel and massage Scott's was like a wet dream made real
(which I guess, now it was...). I could feel the tensed muscles relaxing
under my hands, and I loved knowing I was having that effect on him.

I reached his shorts and jockstrap, and pulled them down together. You know
that musky smell guys get, after a really hard workout? It wafted up around
me, and I felt like I was in heaven. I could not help it, I leaned in and
licked his thigh, and lightly bit at his cock head -- just enough to be
playful, but it still got him to chuckle as he ruffled my hair. I kissed
the tip, and then finished removing the shorts and strap. Again, I put them
to the side.

I began to move up his body, my hands running back up his legs, then up
under the tail of his shirt, and I began to caress his chest. He moaned
lightly as I reached his nipples and lightly queezed them between my thumb
and forefinger. I did not stop, however, as I wanted to see my miniature
giant in all his glory. I pulled my hands back down and then began to pull
up on the shirt, as he sat forward and lifted his arms over his head. I
stood up and pulled the shirt off him, leaving him bare.

I put my hands on my shirt, started to lift it, and stopped to look at my
new owner. He just nodded, so I continued to remove my clothes, and soon
was as bare as he was, with the exception of my collar. I lay down on the
bed and put my head in his lap, looking up at him. He had leaned back on
his hands, so I had a long view up his chest to his face. He was just
smiling down at me, neither of us speaking.

After a few minutes, he pulled me up into the bed with him, and this time
had me spoon him from behind. He jokingly told me not to get any ideas, and
then put his head down on the pillows and relaxed. We stayed like this for
a few hours, dozing off together. When I woke up, we have moved around so I
was again in his arms, and somehow it all felt right.

When he realized I was awake, Scott leaned down and whispered in my ear,
"Tonight, we are going to the bar -- it is time to introduce my boy to his
old playmates."

I whimpered, but I knew better then to argue -- but then again, a small
part of me knew I still needed him to rough me up, to show me he was the
man of the house now, and I was merely his bitch.

Of course, had I known what was to come with me at the bar, I might have
argued after all...

***

As always, any comments -- be they positive or negative (just stay
courteous) -- are welcomed and indeed encouraged. And if any younger guy
out there wants to be Scott, let me know!!!

Sublawyer1965@yahoo.com