Date: Thu, 08 Nov 2007 09:59:17 -0500
From: zak556@aol.com
Subject: THE SURRENDER - CHAPTER 11

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

Enjoy, emails welcome.


"THE SURRENDER" - CHAPTER ELEVEN


Once on the ground, they walked off the plane into the terminal. Phil
walked behind John carrying the bags. John told Phil to follow him and
they went into the nearest men's restroom. No one was around, so John
grabbed Phil's pants and undid them, told him to take a pee at the
urinal. He said if anyone got close, he was the stroke his cock and
make sure they could see his shaved, naked dick. Phil stood trying to
pee with his pants down around his ankles, his naked ass fully exposed.

Two guy, chatting about an upcoming meeting they'd arrived for walked
into the room. Their talk abruptly ended as they saw Phil standing at
the urinal with his naked ass fully exposed. They looked each other
puzzled and took a urinal as far away from Phil as possible. They said
nothing, finished and left. The next guy, an older business man,
entered and when he saw Phil, he took the urinal right next to him.
John took the urinal next to the older guy. Phil backed up slightly and
slowly stroked his now hard cock for the guy to see. He glanced
sideways and the man quickly averted his eyes from Phil's cock.

"My God," John commented. "That guy sure looks like he's ready for
action."

The older guy nodded in agreement. John took a look at the guy's cock,
and it was starting to get hard.

"I think you should make him suck you off," John continued.

The older man, looked at John, and back at Phil. He was about to go for
it, but had second thoughts and fastened his pants and left.

"Damn," John grunted. "Let's go."

Phil pulled up his pants and they went out to grab a cab.

Once they were in the cab and John had given the driver the hotel
location, they sat back and looked out the window.

Phil was watching the scenery when John reached over and again undid
his pants. The college-aged kid driving watched carefully in the
rear-view mirror. John pulled out Phil's cock and stroked it till it
got hard. Phil moaned. The boy watched, nearly running into the car in
front of him. He just smiled.

"We're almost there," he warned.

After they'd checked in, the bellhop took their bags and led them up
the elevator to their suite on the top floor. Once inside he placed the
bags on the bed, noted that there was only one king-sized bed for two
guys and opened the curtains to let light into the smartly appointed
room.

John walked up behind Phil and reaching around, undid his pants again
and took them down and off. Quickly Phil stood naked as the bellhop
starred.

"Don't mind him," John offered. "He's my cocksucker and can't stand to
have any clothes on. It's been way too long since a cock was fucking
his mouth. He's really hungry if you're interested."

"Really," the boy asked.

"All yours if you want," John urged.

The bellhop thought for a moment and than stepped forward as he
unfastened his uniform belt and pants clasp.

Phil went to work.

As the shocked bellhop watched, the older guy, naked, reached out and
finished pulling the boy's pants down. He was wearing a pair of tight
long-legged cotton briefs that clung tightly to his nicely packed
family jewels. He then slowly pulled the boxers briefs down and watched
the nice sized cock spring to life. It grew from possibly four or five
inches to a little over eight.  The cock throbbed in the cool air of
the suite as Phil began to blow lightly on the head. It twitched in
response and the boy's hips moved forward pushing the treat toward
Phil's mouth. Phil kissed the head lightly, letting his tongue poke
through his lips and tease the slit of the hot young dick. The boy
moaned and thrust his hips forward almost begging to feed Phil his
wanting manhood.

"That's it," John instructed, "don't take it too quickly; let his
desire build. Tease it with your tongue, make it nice and wet.

Phil stuck his tongue out and starting at the base where the sweet
young cock sprung from the bulging balls and licked up, up, up to the
rim of the deep purple, cut cockhead. The deep red veins closely under
the shaft of the cock pulsed as the boy's need, desire built, as he
leaned farther forward begging the mouth to take him in. Phil held the
throbbing cock and used his tongue to work the sensitive area right
under the rim. He licked and massaged the area and varied his efforts
by licking from under the balls all the way up to the slit of the
cockhead. The boy moaned louder and John watched Phil masterfully make
love to the boy's manhood.

John took out his camera and shot picture after picture of Phil sucking
the hot young hotel employee. The boy fucked Phil's mouth like an
animals, ramming every inch in and out of Phil's wanting mouth. He
fucked till he nearly screamed with an explosive orgasm. He pumped shot
after shot into Phil's mouth till some spilled out and down Phil's
chest. He boy nearly fell over with the intensity of the moment.

When his breathing began to slow, he pulled his softening cock out of
Phil's mouth and wiped it across Phil's face.

"Man," the boy moaned, "he's good."

"We're training him well," John replied. "Stop back any time for a
repeat. We'll be here through the weekend."

"Just might do that," the boy said.

Once the bellhop had left, Phil wiped the spilled cum off his chest and
sucked it off his fingers as he sat on his knees, on the floor, naked.

"You'll be naked for the rest of the weekend," John stated.

"Yes sir," Phil answered.

They had lunch ordered from room service and when the waiter rolled the
cart into the room, he starred but did not say anything about Phil's
state of undressed. John watched him for any interest in the situation,
but the waiter remained professional and didn't seem open.

Later that night, John told Phil he had an idea for the evening. John
would go to the bar and set up the situation with a guy or two there.
He would call the room when they were coming up and at that point, Phil
was to get in bed wearing a pair of boxers and pretend to sleep. When
they came in, no mater what they did, Phil was to remain pretending to
be asleep. He was never to open his eyes.

About 8:30 the phone rang, Phil picked it up. "Hello," he said.

He heard John commenting that there was no answer, his boss must be
asleep and they were good to go.

Phil hung up put on a pair of stripped boxers and climbed into bed.

A minute or two later, he heard a key in the door. John and a
businessman in a suit walking in. Phil watched them enter through
barely open eyes. The only light in the room was from the bathroom door.

"There he is," John started. "My boss. Never in my life have I seen
anyone sleep so sound. I fucked him last night and he never knew it.
Just complained about a sore ass this morning. And it was a great fuck,
a tight ass, better than any pussy I've every had. You've got to give
it try."

"Man, are you sure," the guy asked. "Can't believe anyone would sleep
through an ass-fucking."

"He sure did," John continued. "And what guy in the world wouldn't like
to fuck his boss."

John walked over and pulled the covers down and off Phil's body. He lay
on his stomach, pretending the sleep. "You want to strip him or shall
I?"

"Let me," the guy said as he walked toward the bed. He reached down and
grabbed the waistband of the boxers. He pulled them down, slowly, still
worried he wake the man sleeping. Soon Phil was completely naked again.
The man felt Phil's asscheeks, squeezing, watching for any response.
Phil didn't move, but continued his slow and steady breathing as if he
were sleeping.

The guy looked at John. "So should I just strip, or how do we start?"

"Yah," he responded. "Let's both get naked to make it more exciting."

John and the visitor both quickly shed their clothes and Phil feel both
sets of hands roaming his body. He felt something wet and knew it was
the lube John was squirting on his asshole. He felt John's fingers
pushing in and out getting him loosened up and ready. He then felt the
guy rubbing his cock all over his ass, as John moved up to his face and
rubbed his hard cock all over Phil's face. John reached down and
forceably opened Phil's mouth and shoved his cock in.

"Man," the guy gasped. "I guess he doesn't wake up for anything. Can't
believe your fucking his mouth, your bosses mouth, while he sleeps.
That's too crazy."

"And his ass is all yours, fuck away!"

As John fucked Phil's mouth, Phil moaned slightly but kept his eyes
shut. He felt the guy's cockhead pushing at the opening to his ass. He
heard the guy moan as he pushed deeper and deeper. He felt the thick
cock buried deep, right to his pubs in his ass. But most of all he felt
John's cock, the cock he loved fucking his mouth. That's what he felt
most of all.

The man fucked hard, qand uickly lost any concern for waking the
seemingly unknowing victim of their assault.

John pulled out of Phil's mouth, much to Phil's regret. "You mind if I
take a couple photo's of your fucking his ass," he asked. "I'll make
sure I don't get your face and it will be great in case I ever want to
rattle his chains. If you know what I mean."

"No," the visitor said, "it's okay with me."

So as the fucking assault went on, John shot flash after flash of the
stranger fucking Phil, his supposed bosses ass.

Soon the guy began to move faster, deeper, harder. He fucked until he
exploded inside the hot ass and collapsed on the naked back of his
victim. When he recovered and his dick had shrunk, the man pulled out.
He crawled off the bed and went around and wiped his cock off on Phil's
face as John took his last shot of the hot scene.

Phil heard them exchange thanks as the visitor dressed and left.

At a little after midnight, John announced they were going to bed. "
You'll be bathing me before we turn in," he started, "go get my ready
bath and make sure it's not too hot."

"It's ready," Phil announced as John entered the bathroom.

"Undress me," John ordered.

Phil quickly stripped all of John's clothes off and helped him into the
warm deep bath. Using a washcloth, Phil gently sponged water all over
John body, starting at his neck and working down and over every inch of
the body he served. He soaped the cloth and gently, slowly lathered
John smooth chest, his arms, his cock and balls, his ass, all of him.
He did it not as if it were a chore, but as if he were caring for
something precious, something he loved, he worshipped. He had John lean
back and he ran water through his hair till it was all wet, he ran his
fingers though Johns hair, gently, lovingly. He lathered the hair and
washed it thoroughly, rinsed a couple times. He watched the suds run
down his body, over his ass. He lathered John's cock again, washed it
thoroughly over and over, till John pushed his hands away.

"Now shave me," John ordered.

Phil reached for the can of shaving cream on the sink and lathered
John's face. He took the straight razor and slowly shaved John's face.
One slow stroke, by one slow stroke he cared for what he was doing like
it was all there was in the world, all there was at this point in time.

When it was done, Phil helped John step out of the tub, he took the
soft white towel and slowly dried him, patting not rubbing, from hair
to toes. He kissed John's shoulders as he dried his back, kissed John's
asscheeks as he worked down his body. He kissed John's cock and his
balls. He thought to take it in his mouth, but it had not been offered
yet and knew better.

John didn't say a word, just walked out into the bedroom and climbed
into the big oversized bed.

Phil followed. John threw back the covers on Phil's side of bed and
Phil climbed in. Phil laid facing John and nudged closed till his body
was pressed against John's. Phil's cock was immediately hard. He loved
John now, he knew it, he feared it. He pressed his hard cock against
John's side, slowly moved his knee up and over John, over his hard cock
too. He rubbed his knee up and down John's over his thick pubic hair
and his tight stomach. He kissed John's shoulder.

John didn't move.

"Can I," Phil asked as he moved his knees up and down John's hard cock.
"Please."

John didn't answer, Phil knew he couldn't take the step without
permission. He ran his free hand over John's chest, caressed his cheek,
kissed his shoulder again.

John turned toward his night stand, retrieved the dildo he had put
there and the oil. He pushed Phil onto his stomach and spread his
asscheeks. He oiled Phil's waiting hole and oiled the thick plastic
cock. Slowly he pushed it into Phil's waiting ass, all the way to the
base. He rolled Phil over on his back, took Phil's hard cock and
stroked it.

"Good boy," he whispered and turned to go to sleep.

When Phil opened his eyes, remembering where he was, he reached across
the bed for John. The bed was empty except for Phil and his morning
hardon. He slowly looked around the hotel room and saw John sitting at
the desk, his laptop open, reading something on the screen. He wore a
thick, white, terrycloth robe.

"Morning," he said, breaking the silence. John turned and looked at
Phil.

"Get out of bed and take your morning piss," he ordered.

Phil did. John grabbed his cock as he started to walk past him to the
bathroom.

"I'll hold it for you," he continued.

He led Phil to the bathroom by his dick and pointed it into the toilet
bowl.

Phil let go and the hot stream of morning piss splashed into the water.
  John stroked his semi-hard dick back and forth as Phil's bladder
emptied. John reached back to Phil's ass and felt the hard rubber dildo
still buried in Phil's ass from the night before. He grabbed hold and
pushed and pulled the thick pink-colored plug in and out of Phil's ass.
And then, removed it with an audible pop.

"Feel good," John asked.

"Yes," Phil moaned, his head back, eyes closed.

"Now you can hold my cock while I piss," John continued as he gave
Phil's dick one last shake.

Phil undid the robe tie and let it fall open; John was naked
underneath. He took hold of John's cock and aimed it toward the bowl.
The hot yellow stream of piss started. John let out a moan.

"Now get down there and suck the last drops of pee off my dick."

Phil did, without hesitation.

He took John's cock, the cock he'd waited for so long, into his mouth
and sucked hard, tasted the hot acrid urine, tasted John's sweet cock.
Finally, it was here where it belonged, finally. He had what he'd
waited for and wanted for so long. He sucked hard and John's cock
quickly began to lengthen and thicken. Before it went any farther, John
pulled out and pushed Phil away.

"I've got something to show you," John stated as he walked out of the
bathroom, back to his computer.

Phil followed and looking over his shoulder he saw an on-line chat
service. As he watched, a fear came over him, he saw Eric's name on the
screen. John clicked on his name and typed a message.

John: Morning Eric, what's up or do I even have to ask.
Eric: Very funny. Good morning.
John: So, is it hard, are you naked?
Eric: Yes and almost. Underwear still on.
John: Hard here too and wet. I'm sitting here naked. You jacked yet
today?
Eric: Not yet.
John: How's that hot dad of yours? Seen his cock again lately?
Eric: He's out of town on business.
John: You must miss seeing him shaving his pubs.
Eric: Don't know about that, still can't believe he did it.
John: Sounds like you've got one horny dad.
Eric: Guess I do.
John: Get those undies off boy. You can't jack with them in the way.
Eric: Well, I guess I've got time.
John: Did you get those hot picture I sent you, the ones of guys
getting blowjobs?
Eric: I did thanks man.
John: Open em up and use em to jack too.

Phil couldn't believe what he was reading, what Eric was sharing with
this on-line stranger.

Eric: They're mostly guys sucking guys.
John: That's true, but I tell you man, women just can't suck like guys
can.
Eric: I know but they're guys.
John: A mouth's a mouth man. In fact, I've got a guy here sucking my
cock while we chat.
Eric: No way.
John: True and he's good.
Eric: He's at your apartment, just to suck your cock.
John: Sure thing. He's the one I told you about, the one you should try.
Eric: And you don't have to do anything to him, I mean you don't have
to suck or touch his cock.
John: He's just here to service me. AND you if you want.
Eric: Wow, can't believe it.
John: Believe it. We gotta make it happen for you, it's unbelieveable.
Eric: Maybe, maybe I'll have to try it sometime.
John: You do man. He's deepthroating my dick as we speak. And damn he's
got one hot mouth. Driving me wild. Well trained cocksucker.

Between typed comments and replies, John continued to stroke Phil's
hard cock, he wanted him hard while he got a good picture of what his
son Eric was really like, while he watched John seduce his son.

John: So, you jacking?
Eric: Yahhh.
John: Man, this mouth would have driven your young cock over the edge
by now.
Eric: Probably so.
John: Think of those hot mouths on the screen in front of you, think of
them sucking your hard cock, deepthroating your dick, mouth muscles
massaging the full length of your mantool. Fucking those hot mouths.
Sucking your manjuice. Worshipping your dick. Showing you how much they
love your cock, how much they need it. Feel that cum boiling in your
balls, feel the pressure building. Feel those hot manlips around your
tool, showing your how an expert cocksucker makes love to your cock.
Use that mouth. Fuck it. Feed him that cum. Go mannnn.
Eric: Ohhhhhhhh my godddddddd YESSSSSS.
John: Shoot mannnn. Good for you. Feel those lips drinking your cum,
sucking every drop.
Eric: Man, what a mess. Cum all over the place.
John: GREAT. Glad to help. I just dumped a huge load down this cumslut
man's throat. Can't wait to watch you feed him your hot cock. Just told
him to get dressed and get out.
Eric: Can't believe anyone would do that, I mean jesus, just allow
himself to be used like that. Did he cum too?
John: I didn't allow him too. He loves it. He knows his place. And I
like it that way. You've gotta try it.
Eric: I think I do.
John: Great, gotta run. Catch you later. We'll cum together again soon.
Eric: See ya.

Phil looked at John's smiling face in horror. His son, openly talking
about sex, openly masturbating with a stranger on-line.  He realized
the experienced cocksucker that John was trying to sell Eric on was
him, his own father.