Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2003 21:20:55 -0600
From: jay birde <jay_birde_70@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training Brooks Part 3/Youth Adult - Authoritarian

This is a work of fiction: The usual warnings apply. If you are offended by
this type of literature, leave. If it is not legal in your location, we are
not responsible.

End of Part 2

I released him. He was spent. Breathing deep and sighing. He was satisfied
and safe. Something he had lacked in his life for many years. He had found
it with me. I lay across his thigh savoring his taste and smell.  In a few
minutes, he was asleep. My angel was asleep, safe and secure.

Training Brooks, Part 3

The next morning was Friday. Thankfully, a school holiday. Brooks was still
sleeping, safe and secure. The outline of his body was covered by a
sheet. I was going downstairs to make coffee when noticed Brooks' suitcase
and overnight bag still in the foyer. I took them to the laundry room
folding table and decided to open them. I found the usual array of items
for a college guy: boxer shorts, briefs, jeans, khakis, assorted socks,
etc. All were thrown in the bag as a college student would, disorganized
and wrinkled to the high heavens. I unpacked his toilet items and removed
soiled socks, shorts, and briefs. I lingered over these items to enjoy his
scent. I put the items in the wash, got my coffee, and headed back
upstairs. My Adonis had not moved, sleeping like a newborn.

Since I was in no hurry, I decided to run a bath and soak for awhile. I
placed my usual concoction into the steaming water: Epsom salts, baking
soda, cornstarch, and a few drops of Polo cologne. A squirt or two of body
wash provides the needed bubbles to complete the effect. The large Roman
tub was quite large and was adequate for play or soaking. I had just
settled in and laid my head back on the pillow when Brooks came into the
bathroom, nude, rubbing his head, yawning, and hard. A look of confusion on
his face made he the more attractive. I pointed to the door where the
toilet was located, he went in did his business and returned. He approached
the tub and stopped, as if to ask permission, whether or not to get in. Our
eyes met, and I motioned him to come in. He stepped into the end of the tub
and moved toward me. I took his hands and guided him onto my lap.

He wrapped his legs around my waist and settled in my lap, our lips
meeting, our tongues exploring the recesses of each lover's mouth. I ran my
hands up and down his back, to his chest, and rested them under his
balls. I felt him cringe, but he relaxed. I then guided him to turn around
and sit with his back to me. I ran my hands along his chest, rubbing each
nipple to attention, exploring his chest, abdomen, and waist. He was in
ecstasy. Almost audibly purring to my touch. I kissed him on the sides of
his neck playfully, nibbling his ears, enjoying his taste. As I necked and
nibbled, I eased my hands to his erect manhood. I could feel the heart
emanating from his shaft. Gently and slowly I worked his shaft, explored
the contour and manliness of his tool. I cupped the other hand on his balls
and massaged them as I continued the attention to his shaft. I ran my
fingertip under the recesses of his head, eliciting a series of gasping
sounds and light moans. When I felt his arching or breathe harder, I
lessened my genital worship and nibbled a little more. I wanted this to
last, to make him want to cum, to explode. He occasionally bucked, arched
to meet my attention, but to no avail, I was in control. He would have to
learn that. He would, in time. Eventually I worked him to the point of no
return and he bucked, and squirmed under my careful touch. He expelled his
breath and collapsed back against my body, hot and hard.

I got out of the tub, showered, and told him to shower and meet me down
stairs, laying a short silk robe for him to wear on the dressing table.

When we both got down stairs, I told him that we would be going to my lodge
in the country. Since I had no school until Monday, the long weekend would
provide an opportunity to see if Brooks had the aptitude for further
training.

(More to come)

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