Date: Mon, 7 May 2007 16:31:43 EDT
From: Zak556@aol.com
Subject: The Surrender - Chapter Ten

If you're offended by male to male erotic stuff, I'd turn back if I were you.

Enjoy, emails welcome.

CHAPTER TEN

Phil sat at his desk, drinking his coffee, an almost constant fire burned
deep inside, the lust simmered as he thought about John when his private line
rang. He grabbed it before the first ring had stopped, hoping it was him.

"Yes," he started.

"How's my whore," John chided.

"Good, thinking about you," Phil replied.

"Good," John beamed, "as it should be. We're going on a road trip this
weekend and if you're good, you might actually get my cock this time."

"Great," Phil nearly shouted. "I want yours so bad."

"You're to purchase two first-class tickets to Chicago for you and me," John
continued. "I want to leave Friday morning and return Sunday night. Make
hotel reservations downtown somewhere, a good hotel, a suite. We're going to have
some fun."

Knowing better then to question or resist, Phil agreed.

"Once you or your secretary have made the arrangement," John continued, "
email me when and where to meet at the airport. You won't need to pack much, you
won't be wearing much during the weekend."

Despite the fear, the anxiety, Phil's cock was responding, it was hard in his
pants.

"Before Friday morning," John continued, "I want you to shave your cock
again. In fact, I want you to shave it in the bathroom in front of Eric. I want
him to see you doing it. Put on a good show. You're to wait naked until he
starts coming in the room and then begin, so when the door opens he'll see your
cock in your hand and the razor shaving your pubs. Clear?"

"Yes," Phil offered, not bothering to protest.

"I want you to encourage Eric to try it," John went on. "Keep on telling him
how great it feels and how great his cock would look shaved. I know you'd
even like to shave it for him, right before you sucked his cock. Wouldn't you."

Phil didn't respond.

"I said, Wouldn't you?" John shouted.

"Yes," Phil admitted, "yes, I'd love to suck his cock."

"As long as I said so," John interjected.

"Yes," Phil grunted.

"One thing we're going to go over this weekend is your rules to follow as my
whore," John pushed. "I want everything clear on what you have to do for us
to continue. Oh, and one more thing, from here on out, you're never to ever
jack-off without my permission. I'll decide when and where you shoot your load."

Before Phil could say anything further, John hung up. He sat gently touching
his cock, realizing he couldn't even jack off without John anymore. Step by
step, more of his life was becoming John's. He feared it, but couldn't stop. He
felt his cock hard in his pants, no underwear, realized it didn't belong to
him anymore.

Arrangements were made as instructed, first-class tickets purchased and hotel
reservations confirmed for the weekend. Phil told his wife he had to go out
of town on business. On Thursday morning he woke early, his cock hard. He felt
it but knew he couldn't masturbate. He knew what he had to do that morning. He
got out of bed, knew Eric would be up shortly, went in Eric's bathroom and
stripped off his pajamas. He didn't wait long till he heard Eric coming down the
hall. Phil spread the shaving cream across the tiny short hairs growing in
above his cock and took the razor. As Eric opened the door he pulled his cock
out and began shaving himself.

Eric starred, watching his father shave his cock right there in front of him.
Phil looked up.

"Morning," he stuttered.

"Morning, Eric replied. "What are you doing dad?"

"Just touching up here," Phil answered, trying not to make too big a deal
about it.

"I see that," Eric continued. "So you're gonna keep it that way?"

"I might," his dad offered. "It feels great, looks great too, but it itches
terribly when it starts growing out."

Eric watched intently as Phil continued removing all the stubble above and
around his cock and on his balls.

"You should try it," Phil added. "It would really show off that nice piece
you have there."

Eric didn't reply. He stepped out of his underwear and into the shower as his
dad watched his naked ass.

Phil's cock started to get hard again, so he wiped off the remains of the
shaving cream and left the room.

On Friday morning he stood at the airport in front of their airline terminal
and waited. John soon walked through the sliding doors, Phil smiled. John
walked up and without warning, grabbed Phil's crotch and gave it a feel. Phil
looked around, a couple people looked, but kept walking.

"Just checking," John started. "Making sure no underwear. You haven't jacked
off since we talked?"

"No," Phil admitted.

"Give me the tickets," John demanded, holding out his hand.

Phil reached in the breast-pocket of his suit coat and handed the tickets to
John.

"Take my bag," John continued, holding out the garment bag he'd had over his
shoulder.

Phil took the bad and dutifully followed John to the check-in.

They approached the clerk at the counter and John handed him the tickets.

"Two for Chicago," the agent asked.

"Yes," John answered, "me and my whore."

The agent looked at John, then at Phil, then back at the terminal without
saying anything. Phil looked down.

As they walked to their gate, John continued his instructions. "Once we're in
out seats," he continued, "ask for a blanket. I want to get your cock out
and show it off. We'll see if we can get you some action in the air. Get that
mouth warmed up before we get there."

Once they were seated in first-class and Phil had the blanket spread over his
lap, John reached under and undid Phil's pants, took his cock out. Phil
didn't move, only looked around to see if anyone noticed. They didn't.

Sitting across of John and Phil was a middle-aged businessman working on a
lap-top. When the plane was quiet and no one was moving around, John leaned near
Phil and told him to pretend he was sleeping. Phil laid his chair back and
closed his eyes. John watched the man across the aisle and slowly began to pull
the blanket toward him. Soon Phil's cock was peeking out from under the side
of the blanket. And soon, the man in the expensive blue suit noticed. He
starred at the cock exposed and then looked up at John who was looking at him. John
smiled. And looked back and forth from Phil's cock to the man in the blue suit
waiting for an expression, a reaction.

After a few minutes of watching, the man smiled slightly. John smiled back
and pulled the blanket farther off Phil's exposed cock. Then, in a bold gesture,
John reached over and spread Phil's unfastened pants to show the guy Phil's
shaved pubs and balls. The guy couldn't move his eyes. When the fight attendant
started back down the aisle. John threw the blanket back across Phil's lap
and the man in the blue suit looked back at his laptop screen.

When the attendant was out of sight, John waited until the guy looked back
and again raised the blanket. He grabbed Phil's cock and started stroking it.
The guy was mesmerized by the scene. Phil's cock got immediately hard and he
then opened his eyes watched John stroking his cock and looked over at the man in
the blue suit. John leaned over and told Phil to buckle his pants and go the
lavatory and wait, but to not zip his pants.

Phil did.

As Phil walked down the aisle, the man in the blue suit watched him disappear
into the restroom. He then looked back at John, who smiled and nodded in the
direction of the toilet. The man looked in that direction, back at John, and
back in that direction again. John winked and again nodded in the lavatory
direction. The man in the blue suit was thinking. He then put his laptop aside and
slowly, nervously, got up and went to the lavatory. The indicator on the door
said "vacant." He reached for the handle and looked around, back at John,
who smiled and nodded. He stepped in.

As he entered to tight little cubicle, Phil sat on the toilet, his pants
around his ankles. The man in the blue suit was obviously nervous, so Phil reached
out and undid his belt and the clasp on his pants. He pulled them and the
striped boxers down to his knees, the man's cock was uncut and fairly long
nestled in blond pubic hair. Phil reached and raised the still soft cock to his
lips. He licked the head like a lollipop and soon it responded, it lengthened and
rose up to meet Phil's gentle yet insistent administering. Phil rolled the
foreskin back exposing the dark purple head as it got bigger and harder. It
glistened in the dim neon light of the toilet as Phil continued to lick and suck.
He sucked hard pulling the cockhead past his lips, pressed his teeth hard
behind his lips and rolled back and forth over the rim on the head. The man in the
blue suit moaned as Phil made love to his cock. Without concern for being
caught, he sucked the cock slowly, masterfully, driving the man to heights of
erotic passion. Each time Phil sucked the impressive cock past his lips, it went
deeper, it moved to the back of Phil's throat and Phil swallowed hard each
time, taking it even deeper. He pressed his teeth each time behind his lips,
maximizing the pleasure. He sucked hard, tightening the pressure around the
beautiful dick. He loved every cock he sucked, with a passion that was growing out of
control.

Every once in a while, he would release the cock from the tight hold of his
lips and stroked it by hand as he sucked first one, then the other ball into
his mouth and with loving concern for the man's pleasure, he would roll the full
balls around in his mouth, pushing them from side to sid, plunging his tongue
between them as the guy moaned louder and louder. The man's cock banged
Phil's forehead, his nose, as he worked the balls, knew they were boiling ready to
explode.

Phil let the balls pop out of his mouth and licked the huge cock up, up, up,
over the shaft, over the foreskin rolled back and across the spreading lit of
the man's cockhead. He sucked the delicious head back into his mouth with the
intensity of a starving child, he never wanted to let go. He held the man's
asscheeks hard, squeezing, massaging as he forced the huge cock deeper.

He felt it begin the throb, knew the eruption was imminent and with one final
thrust, sucking deep all the way to the base, the man let out a loud cry and
load after load, emptied down Phil's throat.

The man grabbed Phil's head and pushed deeper as the last shot filled his
throat. Phil sucked hard to keep the pressure around the dick, to give him every
ounce of pleasure possible. Phil held the empty cock in my mouth, held tight
working the man's ass as his breath slowly began to return to normal. As the
cock of the man in the blue suit began the shrink, he slowly, reluctantly began
to pull out, Phil sucked hard on the softening cock, trying to keep it there
in his mouth. As the man pulled back, Phil leaned forward, refusing to let go,
he fell off the toilet seat onto his knees and pressed the man's bare ass back
against the toilet door. The man reached down and slowly pushed Phil's head
back and off his now soft cock.

"Thanks," the guy breathed, "that was incredible."

"No," Phil replied, "your cock is incredible."

Phil reached down and slowly pulled up the man's boxers, giving his cock a
last kiss and suck before he covered it. He then pulled up the man's suit pants
and fastened them.

The guy smiled, nodded and left the tight little room.

Phil locked the door and waited so no one would notice another guy coming out
so soon. After fastening his pants, he quietly unlocked the door and went
back to his seat.

Once he was seated, John leaned over and asked how it was.

"Fine," Phil replied, his lips still red from the blowjob.

John smiled and looked over at the man in the blue suit who starred,
contentedly, out the plane window.

"Did you cum?" John asked.

"No," Phil conceded.

"Good," John beamed, "I'll tell you when."

Phil sat silent and the flight continued.