Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2011 20:46:42 -0400 From: spider3x3.excite Subject: THE MAN IN CHARGE The following story is an erotic work of gay fiction. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter, do not read any further. In real life, always play safe. Send any comments to spider3x3@excite.com I have several stories about "The Man In Charge," that I wrote a number of years ago. I was trying to make some money writing stories for the male skin mags. But they had a very strict rule about "NO BDSM". So the challenge was to make them "authoritarian" without any explicit B or D. * * * * * * * * * * THE MAN IN CHARGE by TY SHANNON I leaned over the pool table to line up my shot -- a thin cut on the 8-ball at the far end of the table. As I focused on the 8-ball, I noticed a pair of jeans move up to the edge of the table, with the crotch showing just above the rail. I realized immediately that I was not concentrating on the shot, so I stood up and chalked the cue again, and looked at the man standing there. I was impressed. He was ruggedly handsome, with a neatly trimmed moustache and close-cut hair, just graying at the temples. His eyes sparkled as he looked at me, and I checked out his body. Since it was summer he wore no shirt, and I could see hard muscles in his shoulders and arms. His stomach was a little soft, but overall he was a very attractive man. I didn't want to show too much interest, so I bent down over the table again. I ignored him and lined up the shot, stroked it easily, and pocketed the 8-ball. Then I leaned back against the wall and waited for the next guy in line to insert his quarters. The stranger stepped up to me and shook my hand. "My name's Walt," he said, "That was a nice shot." His voice was low and quiet and confident, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "Thanks. I'm Dave." He stood in the corner and watched as I started the next game. I looked him over carefully during the next half-hour. His jeans fitted him snugly, and I could see lean muscles in his thighs and a nicely shaped ass. He had a natural tan and a sexy trail of hair down across his stomach, disappearing into his jeans. He moved like an athlete, and carried himself like he knew exactly where his head was at. I'm 24, but had only been coming out to the bar for about 4 months. My experiences with men had been limited but intense, and up to now I had always chosen men my own age to fuck around with -- but this Walt was something else. I had the feeling he could probably teach me a lot. I finally got stitched on the 8-ball and lost a game, and had to give up the table. As I started to walk away, Walt came up to me and asked, "Can I buy you a drink?" I smiled back at him. "Sure." But then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Why don't we go up to my place? We can have a couple beers and talk some, and get to know each other better." This guy didn't waste any time. But that sexy voice and his macho good looks warmed my guts, so I told him, "Sounds good to me." We left, and I followed him to his house -- up on a hill and set back in the woods a little ways. Really neat. He got us each a beer from the fridge, and we sat on the porch for a while and talked. I could almost sense his eyes undressing me, and felt an urgency in my balls. So I was ready when he finally suggested, "Let's go upstairs. I want to see you naked." Up in the bedroom, he sat down in a chair and looked up at me. "Go ahead, Dave, take `em off." He made me feel a little nervous about this, but it was clear that he was taking charge. So I stepped out of my sneakers and quickly stripped off my T-shirt and my jeans. I hesitated and looked at him. "The socks," he said. So I sat on the bed and removed them, and then stood before him wearing just my bikini shorts. He sat there and studied me, his eyes traveling slowly up and down my frame. I'm only about 5'10 and 150, but I keep myself lean and tight. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen and bulge inside my shorts as he stared at my body, and I resisted the temptation to cover my crotch with my hands. Finally he stood up and came over to me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he steered me towards a tall mirror hanging on the wall. He stood behind me as I looked in the mirror -- he was almost a head taller than me. He gazed into my eyes in the mirror and spoke, "Raise your hands behind your head." I did as he asked, and could see how that stretched the muscles in my chest and arms. His hands grasped my hips and I felt his belt buckle pressed against my back, but his eyes never left my body. "Tighten your stomach." I obeyed, and my abdomen rippled in the dim light. I tensed my biceps, too, and a little smile crossed his lips. "Yeah, Dave, that's the way to do it." Then, as we both watched in the mirror, his hands began caressing my body -- over my chest and down my stomach. One hand played and tugged at my nipples while the other slid down inside my tight shorts. Blood surged into my cock, and it stiffened up so that the head peeped out above the cloth. I felt the warm skin of his chest pressed against my back, and his jeans rubbing on my ass as he pulled me tighter against him. I moaned quietly in my throat -- I enjoyed what he was doing to me, and I was beginning to realize that it turned me on to watch it in the mirror. Shortly his hands slid down my hips, inside my shorts, and slowly -- slowly -- pushed them downwards. My rigid shaft began to appear -- and then my balls, and my prick stood up stiffly in the night air. He quickly stripped the shorts the rest of the way off and I stepped out of them. His big hand moved down to my naked crotch and began to play with me -- caressing my balls and rubbing over my dick. Grasping it gently, he began to stroke it. "That's a gorgeous cock, Dave." "Thank you. I like it." We both laughed at that. My prick is almost 9" and quite thick, with a dark-pink, circumsized head. I was pretty proud of it, and I was glad that he appreciated it. But soon he swung me around to face him and I let my hands drop to my sides. He leaned forward and kissed me, and I just stood there and enjoyed it. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I opened my mouth as his tongue flitted across my teeth. Then he looked into my eyes. "So how do you wanta do this, Dave?" I hesitated a moment and then told him, "However you'd like, I guess." "You want me to take charge?" "Yeah. I'd like that." I was feeling very comfortable with him, and really wanted him to do things to my body. Somehow I just knew he would make it a great night -- for both of us. "Are you sure, boy?" "Yes, sir." My gut told me that was the response he wanted. "That's good, boy. You just do what I tell you and we'll get along fine." "Yes, sir." He stepped away from me. "Stand up straight, boy. Hands behind your head again." I did as he ordered. "Spread your feet a little." Again I obeyed, and felt my balls and cock hanging freely between my thighs. He spent several minutes exploring my body. His hands moved over my flesh, squeezing and prodding and testing, and my hard cock bounced in front of me. "That's a nice body, boy. You keep it in good shape, and I like that." "Thank you, sir." One hand caressed and tugged at my ass cheeks. "And you have a gorgeous ass." "Yes, sir. I've been told that before." I felt his finger exploring into my crack and then gently teasing my asshole. He kissed my neck and spoke softly, "Have you ever been fucked, boy?" "No, sir." That was something I had wanted to try, but I always shied away from actually doing it. Smiling, he said, "Well, that's something you can look forward to." Finally he stepped in front of me. "Okay, boy, you can undress me now." At last I was going to see his body. I knelt and removed his sneakers and socks, and then carefully tugged his jeans down and took them off. I folded them and placed them neatly on a chair -- I wanted to do it right for him. But when I reached for his undershorts he pushed my hands away. "That's not how you do it, boy. On your knees, with your hands behind your back." I wasn't sure what he had in mind but I did what he told me to. I stared at the bulge in his shorts and licked my lips in anticipation. "Now take them off, boy -- use your teeth." It took me a moment to realize what he wanted, but then I leaned forward and brought my face up to his crotch. A strong, erotic man-scent entered my nostrils, causing my dick to get harder. God, I wanted his cock! His white briefs fitted snugly around his hips, and I knew that I would have to be careful not to pinch his flesh. I moved my lips to one thigh and gently gripped the edge of the cloth in my teeth. I tugged at the shorts and they slid down a couple inches on that side. I did the same thing on the other side and could see his prick getting larger. By pulling on alternate sides the shorts gradually came down, and his thick shaft came into view; and once they were down past his cock and his ass, his shorts slid easily to the floor. He stepped out of them and said, "They go on the chair, too." I started to reach for them, but his hand grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him. "Not that way, boy. With your teeth and on your knees." The commanding tone in his voice told me I should do it the way he wanted, so with my hands still behind my back I bent down, picked up the shorts with my teeth, and shuffled over to drop them on top of his jeans. Then I moved back in front of his crotch, still on my knees. I gazed at his hard body. His legs were as nice as I had expected, with a modest coat of hair. His crotch showed white against the tan on his stomach and legs -- very sexy! His dick was now hard. It was only about 8", but it was smooth and clean and perfectly straight, and I could almost see the thick veins pulsing around its thick length. My mouth watered -- I wanted it! I moved my head towards it, trying to lick it, but he pushed me away. "No, boy. I'm in charge, and you don't get it till I say you can." I groaned quietly -- I wanted it so bad I could taste it! But he made me kneel there for a couple minutes just staring at it, and somehow the waiting made me want it even more. Finally he grasped the shaft in his hand. His other hand pulled my head towards him and he began to wipe that hot meat around my face -- across my eyes and nose, down my cheeks, under my chin, and back and forth against my lips. God, I loved the velvety feel of it sliding across my flesh. I just let him do it -- I could feel his eyes watching me, and my heart was beating madly. I had never let anyone have this kind of control over me before, but I was incredibly turned on by it. Eventually he put his hands on his hips and said, "Now, boy, lick it. But don't suck it till I say you can." I moaned again -- I wanted it so bad! But I shuffled a little closer and began to lick his cock -- up one side of the shaft, and up the other, and then swirling around the head. And then some more, getting down to the base of it and wetting up his skin and his dark bush. I tilted my head so I could lick his balls, and then slid back up to the head. It was now slick from my saliva so I let it slide wetly against my face, back and forth. I licked at the head some more and probed at the slit. He just watched silently while I pleasured him. But then he placed his hand on my head and held me still. "Open your mouth, boy." I gazed up into his eyes and did what he ordered, and he positioned his hot cock-head right at my mouth. Then, with one quick thrust he shoved into me -- all the way to the back of my throat! He pulled my head roughly against his throbbing cock and held it there -- I couldn't breath, and tears welled up in my eyes! But then he pulled it back a little and, holding my head fast with both hands, began to fuck my mouth -- in and out, in and out. I knelt there while he stroked into my face, and my dick was pulsing and bouncing up and down from his actions. He was in charge, and I was thrilled at what he was doing to me. After a while he stopped, with his cock deep in my mouth. "Okay, boy" he said, "Now you do it." So I began to suck his prick, loving the taste and the feel of the smooth, hot flesh against my tongue. I reached up to grasp his hips to steady myself, but he pushed my head roughly away and glared down at me. "No, boy! Hands behind your back!" I quickly obeyed -- and was beginning to understand what he meant about being in charge. I returned to sucking him, wrapping my lips tightly around his shaft. I opened my throat as much as I could and pushed down onto him, till my nose was pressed into his hair. Then I stroked him slowly, all the way down and all the way up. Running his fingers through my hair, he spoke quietly, "Yeah, boy. That's the way to do it." I serviced his cock for a long time, and could hear his breathing get heavier. But eventually he pulled away. "That's good, boy. You're a damn good cocksucker." I just smiled up at him -- what could I say? I loved doing it and I guess it showed. "Now stand up." I did, and breathed a sigh of relief since my knees were getting sore. He put his arms around me and kissed me, and his tongue began to probe into my open mouth. His hands roved down my back and caressed my ass cheeks, and his fingers gently toyed with my asshole. I could feel our hot dicks pressed tightly together between our bellies. Then he stepped back. "Stand up straight, boy -- hands behind your head again." I obeyed, spreading my legs the way he wanted it, and he stood there staring at my body. A light film of sweat coated my skin from my excitement, and my throbbing dick stood out proudly from my torso. But then he went to the closet and brought out a polaroid camera. I quickly dropped my hands to cover my hard prick, and reacted, "Hey, Walt, don't take any pictures!" He just glared at me. "Get back in position, boy! I'm in charge, and that means I do what I want with you." I stared at him for a few moments, but then realized that that's what I wanted -- him to be in charge. So I lifted my hands behind my head again and struck the pose. I tightened my stomach and the muscles in my arms, and thrust my crotch forward a little -- if he was going to take a picture, it was going to be a damn good one! He moved around slowly, taking several pictures of my taut body, and then put the camera down. "That's very good, boy," he said, "You're learning." Then he swung me around so my back was towards the bed and pushed me gently. "Down on the bed, boy." I sat down and lay back, and slid up so I was centered on the bed. "Now spread those arms and legs." I spread my legs wide and stretched my arms out towards the corners at the head of the bed, so I was spread-eagled. But he barked at me, "Farther, boy! I want that body wide open for me!" I struggled to obey him, and felt the muscles strain in my thighs and shoulders. He stared down at me for several moments, and then a slight smile formed on his lips. "Yeah, boy, that's the way to do it." He took the camera and got a couple pictures of me like that. Then he sat down on the bed next to me and began to caress my body. His hand kneaded the flesh on my chest, and then his fingers grasped one nipple. He squeezed it gently, and tugged and pulled at it. My chest squirmed, and my breath hissed through my teeth -- but it felt good, and I could feel heat in my balls. "You like that, boy?" "Yeah. I'm pretty sensitive there." His hand moved on down my stomach and he began to stroke my hot dick. I scanned his rugged body, and watched the muscles in his arm and shoulder ripple as his hand worked on me. I noticed a small tattoo on one shoulder that I hadn't seen before. After a couple minutes he looked into my eyes. "What do you think, Dave? Do you like having me tell you what to do?" I thought about that briefly, and then answered, "I guess I do. I've never done it before, but it's kind of nice. I don't have to make any decisions, and I don't have to worry about what you like or don't like. As long as you don't get carried away and hurt me or something, it's very exciting ... and my prick likes it." He smiled and squeezed my hard cock. "I noticed. But don't worry -- I have no interest in hurting you. Just do what I tell you and we'll both have a fantastic orgasm." I grinned back at him. "Yes, sir." Then he got up on his knees and straddled one of my legs. He leaned forward and kissed me, and then massaged my chest briefly. His hands worked downwards across my stomach and started playing with my flesh. He didn't touch my dick, but just worked around it -- on my abdomen and thighs and balls. I pushed my hips upwards and told him, "That feels great, sir." "I know." And he smiled. My cock was throbbing. He held it upright with one hand and wetted up the finger tips on the other hand, and then rubbed them around the head of my prick till it was nice and slick. Then he grasped it tightly in his fist, and leaned down and kissed my mouth again. He squeezed my dick while he kissed one nipple and licked around it; and then he bit it gently with his teeth. I groaned and arched my back -- it hurt a little, but that just seemed to make me more excited, so I didn't complain. Then he moved over and did the other nipple, and I reacted the same way. Then he held my dick upright and positioned his lips just above it. He ran his tongue over the head several times and probed at the slit, and then slowly slid his mouth down the shaft -- slowly -- slowly -- till he had it all inside. He ground his nose into the coarse hair and I felt my cock pushing against his throat. He held it for several moments and made his tongue swirl around it. I loved the hot wetness wrapped around my cock, and I moaned and thrust up towards him, so he started to stroke it, slow and tight -- up and down -- up and down. I responded, "OOOOHHHHHH! That's so fucking good!" He didn't say anything -- he just sucked me for a long time. I stretched my legs farther apart and lifted my crotch up towards his mouth, and groaned in my throat, feeling the sensations building up inside of me. But just as I was starting to get there, he pulled up and smiled down at me. "Not yet, boy. We still have things to do." I just smiled back and waited. He sat up and slapped my stomach lightly. "Turn over, boy." I rolled over onto my stomach. "Spread 'em." And I stretched my arms and legs towards the corners of the bed. Then he straddled one leg and started to work on my ass. He grabbed my twin globes tightly in each hand, and tugged and mauled them for several moments. My cheeks were nice and round and tight, with almost no hair -- and I loved what he was doing to them. He worked on my thighs some but then went back to my ass. He spread the cheeks wide and ran his finger up and down the crack. Then he dropped down and used his tongue. He held my cheeks apart and licked slowly over my asshole -- up and down -- up and down -- and then he probed at my sphincter. I moaned and lifted my ass up against his tongue -- no one had ever done this to me, and I could feel it warming my guts. His tongue pushed harder and I felt it slide into my hole a little ways. But after a couple minutes he pulled back. "You like that, boy?" "MMMMMmmmm, yes, sir. It feels good." So he did it some more, for quite a while. I felt his finger toying with my sphincter, which was wet from his saliva -- and then I felt him pushing, trying to get it inside me. My back stiffened, and my buttocks clenched. I looked back at him, "Wait, Walt. I'm not ready for that." He pushed my head back down onto the bed. "Shut up, boy, I'm in charge here. It's time you learned to use that hole for something besides shitting." He pushed with his finger some more and I felt the first knuckle slide into my ass. But my ckeeks clenched tightly around it. "Stop! It hurts." The finger slipped out, and I heard him get up and go over to the dresser. When he climbed back on the bed I turned to look at him. "What're you doing?" "I'm just gonna educate your asshole a little." "I don't want you to fuck me." "That's okay, boy, I wasn't going to, yet. I'm just gonna work on it a little, so you know what it feels like." I watched over my shoulder as he got some grease on his finger. With the other hand he spread my cheeks wide and positioned the finger at my asshole. He worked the lubricant around a little and then pushed -- my face screwed up when it slipped into me, so he just let it rest there for a minute. I closed my eyes and let my head rest on the bed as I adjusted to the feel of it. Then he pushed a little more and slid his finger most of the way in. My body stiffened and I could feel my cheeks clench again. "OOOHH! That hurts. You'd better take it out." He let it slip out. "Easy, Dave. You've got to relax. When you try to fight it, that's what makes it hurt." I looked back again. "I don't know ..." "Just close your eyes and concentrate on relaxing the muscles." I did as he suggested, and he put a little more grease on his finger and slid it in again. I took it, and he just left it there for a minute. When my muscles started to tense up again he said, "Just relax, Dave. Don't think about anything else." I concentrated and my sphincter relaxed, so shortly he started sliding his finger in and out of my hole. "Just relax." He worked it around a little and then shoved it in as far as it could go, so his hand was pushing against my cheeks. I was breathing heavily and he reminded me again, "Just relax." He stroked into me a few more times and then pulled it out. He got some more grease and then pushed two fingers into me. I wriggled my ass a little to adjust to it but I didn't say anything, so he fucked me with his hand, slowly and easily. "How you doing, boy?" "Okay, sir." As long as I concentrated on relaxing the muscles, it didn't really hurt anymore; but it still felt uncomfortable. "It'll feel even better when I'm sucking on your cock at the same time." He used his fingers a couple more minutes and then pulled them out. I turned and watched as he picked up a vibrator. It was even bigger than his fingers, and he greased it up good. Then, before I had a chance to object, he pushed it against my sphincter and it slipped in a little ways. But I felt it and started to stiffen. "Relax, boy," he said, "Concentrate. You can take it." I moaned a little but didn't tell him to stop -- he was in charge and I wanted to please him. He slowly worked it in a little farther and then started to stroke it -- in and out -- in and out. It didn't hurt now, but it felt like it was going to come out my throat. With his other hand he caressed my ass cheeks while the tool fucked me. After a bit he asked, "You okay, boy?" "Yes, sir. It's actually starting to feel kind of good." "I know. And it'll get better." He continued to fuck me with it, and then told me, "I'm going to turn the vibrator on. See how you like it now." He flicked the switch and it started to buzz inside my ass. "HHHHHMMMMMM!!" I couldn't help it -- my ass squirmed from the sensations, and it was wild! He kept fucking me and playing with my flesh, and pretty soon I was lifting my ass up in the air and pushing back against it on every thrust. "Yeah, boy. That's the way to do it." Finally he stopped and left the tool inside me, still humming. He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. "What do you think, boy? Want to try the real thing?" I thought about it for a minute. "No, you're too big. I'm not ready for that yet." He was probably disappointed, but I was afraid that would be too much. Shortly he spoke again, "Well, turn over, so I can suck you at the same time." He helped me roll onto my back without letting the vibrator slide out. My cock was still standing up hard and he dropped his mouth down on it. Then he sucked my cock good, slow and tight, while he worked the vibrating rod in and out of my ass. Pretty soon there was a continuous moan in my throat, and I was thrusting up into his mouth on every stroke. He worked on me for a long time, and the buzzing in my guts just combined with the hot wetness stroking my cock, and I felt my blood beginning to boil. But he must have felt that, too, and he pulled off. I looked up at him "Why'd you stop?" "We're both gonna get off at the same time, boy." "Oh." "Besides, you haven't earned the right to come inside me yet." I wasn't sure what that meant, but right then I didn't care -- I just wanted to get off. He stood up beside the bed and said, "Slide your head over here to the side of the bed." I swung towards him, and let my head hang backwards off the edge of the bed. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth while you jerk off." "Yes, sir." He reached down and made sure the vibrator was still humming deep inside my ass, and then I started stroking my cock while he slid his throbbing dick into my mouth. He fucked my mouth good for a while, and I tried to keep my lips tight around the shaft for him. But then he took it out and wiped it around my face -- over my eyes and lips and nose. I groaned, "Let me have it! Please, Sir. I want it!" Shoving it back in, he fucked me a little faster. A couple times he pushed it hard, shoving against the back of my throat, and I almost gagged -- but I didn't pull away. The feelings were getting bigger and hotter inside of me, and I was breathing harshly through my nose. He told me, "Wait till I get there, boy." So I slowed down the stroke on my dick, and watched his tight abdomen as his hot prick slid in and out of my mouth -- again -- again. I loved to see that, and feel that huge muscle stuffing me while his hairy balls pushed against my nose. He was breathing heavily and I could tell he was starting to get there. His fingers tugged at both nipples. "Come on, boy! Go for it!" I beat my cock faster and worked the vibrator around in my asshole -- I was beginning to love the feel of it buzzing inside me. He fucked my mouth good -- in and out -- in and out -- pushing against the back of my throat on every stroke. I started to gag again, but held it back. Then he squeezed both of my nipples, hard! I groaned and my chest arched up off the bed, and I jammed my mouth down onto his cock! "Now, boy! I'm gonna come in your mouth!!!" He stroked harder and faster into me! The sensations boiled up inside of me as I watched his throbbing dick thrusting into my mouth -- and then, with a loud roar, he came!!! He spurted three -- four -- five times!! I swallowed and moaned, and swallowed again -- and he pulled harshly on my nipples again and I came!! And my cum splashed all over my chest and belly, and my hips thrashed on the bed!! We stroked them a few more times and then stopped -- we were both sweating and gasping for breath. He just stood there, with his dick softening in my mouth. Finally he let it slip out, and I licked my lips off and smiled up at him. "You okay, boy?" he asked. I laughed. "That was fantastic, sir!!" He wiped some of my cum off my belly with his finger and then slipped it into my mouth. That caught me by surprise, but I sucked it and licked it off, and then looked up at him. "Shit! Yours tastes better than mine!" We both laughed at that. He got a towel to wipe off my torso, and I pulled the vibrator from my ass. Then he lay down next to me and let his arm rest across my chest. "How is your asshole, boy?" he asked. "I'm surprised, sir -- it doesn't bother me at all." "Next time you'll get the real thing. You ready for that, boy?" I hesitated a minute, but then said, "I don't know, sir -- but maybe." I lit up a cigarette, and we lay there and talked for a while. I told him, "I wish you hadn't taken those pictures of me. I don't like anyone having nude photos like that." He smiled, "Too bad, boy. When I'm in charge, what happens is what happens. But trust me -- I won't show them to anyone else." I just hoped he meant it. Shortly he asked, "You gonna come back and see me again?" "Sure. It was great." "Just understand, Dave, that I'm always in charge. That's the way it's gotta be." I smiled at him. "Yes, sir. But I guess I like it that way, too." "That's good. We can have ourselves some good times ... and I'll teach you a lot of interesting things." I laughed. "I'm already looking forward to it." Finally we got up off the bed. He put his arms around me and gave me a big hug, and kissed me good. Then we got dressed, and I gave him my phone number and left. As I drove home I reviewed the whole scene we had, and the idea of him being in charge like that. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I really enjoyed it -- he was so cool and confident, and knew exactly what he wanted to do. And he seemed to know just what to do to turn me on -- and it was an incredible orgasm! Some of my friends would probably get in my face because of his age -- he told me he was 39, but he didn't look much over 32. But at the same time I was looking for a longer-term relationship. I had been with some younger guys, but I got pretty tired of their catty remarks in the bar and their fickleness -- just when you thought you had something going with one of them, you found out he was sleeping with someone else. I wanted much more than that, and it looked like I just might find it with Walt. That night I lay in bed fantasizing about the whole experience and jerked off. As I fell asleep I was wondering when I would see him again -- and wondering what kind of things he would teach me next.