Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2017 20:05:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: short_guy@yahoo.com
Subject: Civil service

Civil serviceby Short Guy

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Civil service part 1 (what the boy saw)

I was 12 when I first met Captain Studman. He was my Dad's boss. My Dad
worked at the Army base as a civil servant. My Dad was wicked smart; he was
an engineer who worked on improving equipment that the soldiers would
use. There was a whole division of civilians who supported the military
operations. Their job was to use science to make the soldiers safer and to
improve the effectiveness of their weapons.

They had different cultures, the engineers and the soldiers, but they
respected each other. The engineers got that the soldiers put their lives
on the line and the soldiers got that the engineers knew things that could
make them more effective and more likely to come home intact. The fort was
an awesome place and it worked.

One time I had no school because it was a teacher enrichment day so Dad
took me to work. I always liked seeing the base, not least because the
soldiers were all guys (back then) and they were in good shape and, well, I
might have been 12 but I knew where my bread was buttered and I knew what
got my cock hard. Dad took me into his office and promised I could have a
peak at the testing facility where they tried out new gear and stuff.

The day started out with Dad showing me off to his co-workers. There was a
suite with three offices and a central area for secretaries and clerks with
two desks. There didn't seem to be any clerks working today. Dad had one
office, Lieutenant Coke had the second office, and Captain Studman had the
third and largest office--he was the boss after all.

I was, shall we say, very interested in Captain Studman. I had met him
before when I was younger. But that was before I was jacking off five times
a day and thinking about muscular grown-up men, the kind of guys my Dad
worked with. But Captain Studman was in a class by himself. There's no way
around this. He was a fucking giant. When we entered the suite, Captain
Studman came out of his office and saw my Dad and me. He said hi to my Dad
and then froze, looking at me.

I couldn't tell why he froze like that. Was I not supposed to be in the
office? Was this a no kids zone?

He didn't look mad, but he looked surprised. Maybe that's all it was.

I was a shrimp after all. I was 12 and small for my age, only four foot
six. Maybe he was wondering what this young short kid was doing on his
base.

But freezing was not only Captain Studman's way of dealing with me. It was
also my reaction to him.

I had forgotten how incredibly tall the captain was. He was at least seven
feet tall and maybe more than that. He was literally a giant. He was a foot
taller than most guys and more than a foot taller than a lot of guys. And
he was fucking stunning to look at.

He was blond and fuck me if he wasn't about the handsomest guy I'd ever
seen. He had beautiful blue eyes, a cute nose that was out of place, making
him look like a boy in that massive body. He had a sensuous mouth with a
deep depression in the center spot above his top lip and curves to his lips
that were incredibly sexy.

I had been jacking off for two years already and from the beginning I had
thought only of guys. Sometimes one of the hot dudes in school but usually
one of my Dad's hunky friends or coworkers. I was really turned on by grown
men, especially muscular ones the age of my Dad.

But no more. From here on in, Captain Studman was going to the top of my
jack-off list. No one else was even close.

Somehow the captain unfroze himself and walked toward us.

"And who's this?" he asked, looking down at me.

I had to crane my neck backwards to look at his face up near the fucking
ceiling.

"My son Guy," Dad said. "You remember at the Fourth of July picnic a few
years back? He''s grown since then."

"I'll say," said Captain Studman. "You doing sports son?"

"No sir, just gymnastics. The junior high has a coach who used to be a
gymnast and he's gotten some of us started. I do the side horse and a
little on the rings. I'm not very good," I finished.

"Well it looks good on you son," he said.

I know I've gotten more muscular since doing the gymnastics after school
but I didn't think it was that noticeable. And damn I was nothing like this
hunk of a guy looking down at me.

"Well I have to finish that report," my Dad said. "I know you need it by
10. Just have to check the numbers again. Come on Guy." And he turned to
walk into his office.

I stood for a second continuing to look at Captain Studman. I was trying to
memorize everything about him. His handsome face, his huge feet, his
muscular arms, his...

"Guy," my Dad said, "let the Captain get back to work."

Reluctantly I turned around and followed my Dad to his office.

I was going to read the book I brought until Dad was ready to bring me over
to the testing area.

About twenty minutes later, Dad got a call.

"Have to go to a meeting," he said. "Sort of an emergency. Wait here a
sec."

Dad walked over into the captain's office and closed the door. A few
minutes later I heard the door open and the two of them walked out. It was
mesmerizing to see the Captain's shoulders almost two feet higher than my
Dad's.

"OK sure," the captain said. "He's safe with me."

My Dad looked at me, sitting in his office.

I looked at him standing next to Captain Studman. My Dad looked like a boy
next to him.

"I have to take this meeting," Dad said. "They need me there.  Captain
Studman will take care of you. He'll see you get lunch. I'll be back as
soon as I can."

My Dad left.

I looked over at Captain Studman. I couldn't help but stare at him. Not
only was he super handsome, like I said, but he was super muscular and, of
course, unbelievably tall. My Dad was five eight but I was 12 and short for
my age. Although I had started jacking off at age 10, I was just four six
back then. It wasn't until I was 14 that I got a growth spurt that brought
me up to a whopping five two. I'm short now, very short, but back then I
was like a child compared to the other guys. And the girls were taller than
the guys back at that age. I was the class shrimp.

So picture it. Captain Studman was seven feet or more and I was four six at
best. And he had long legs. That meant... it meant... yep, you guessed
it. His cock was right at the level of my face.

Captain Studman lived up to his name. Not only was he a giant, but he had
huge muscular arms. His short sleeve shirt could barely contain his biceps
and his pecs were pressing so hard against his regulation white shirt I
thought the buttons would pop open. He had huge feet. They must have been
twice as long as mine. And his hands were longer than my face. If he put
his hand on my fact with his thumb under my chin, the tops of his fingers
would go over the top of my head. Like I said--a giant and even more so
given how small I was.

And there in front of my eyes was that bulge. It was literally impossible
for my hormone-soaked 12 year old gay body to look away from the mysterious
lump in the Captain's tight khaki pants--the thick tube that snaked down
his leg , the one that was longer than my forearm. Remember I was sitting
down looking at the captain standing up about eight feet away from me. I
had to look up to see the outline of his cock. And look up I did.

Fuck it, I was openly staring at the guy whose name fit him like a glove
and he was looking back at me. For a minute nothing happened. Then he
beckoned me with his finger. I found myself standing up and walking to
him. As I did, his big right hand slowly moved down, not to his side,
but... but... holy shit...  down to his crotch! He adjusted himself as he
looked at me.

"How old are you son?" he asked.

I could barely answer, I was so distracted by seeing him moving his cock
around in his pants.

"I'm 12, sir," I said, staring at what was obviously his monster penis.

I felt guilty and embarrassed so I looked up.

He was smiling.

"Polite boy," he said, clearly impressed I had called him "sir". "You have
a good Dad. He raised you right."

His hand had not left his crotch. He was not adjusting his pants any
more. I looked back down. I couldn't help it. It's like his cock was a
magnet and my eyes were metal drawn to it. His thumb and forefinger were
framing his thick cock. My eyes were glued to those big fingers. I was
seeing them as they outlined his dick and as he slowly moved those fingers
up and down. Fuck me, I thought, he's stroking his dick. Right in front of
me.

"Almost a man," he said.

I tried to look at him when he spoke to me but my eyes were glued to his
penis, now visibly getting thicker and longer in his tight regulation Army
pants.

The time elongated. Neither of us said anything. Captain Studman kept
caressing his hardening cock while I stared, my mouth open, practically
drooling at this incredible sight.

"Your Dad's a good man," he said, again, stroking his cock right in front
of me. Why did he say that again? Was he thinking about doing something and
worrying about hurting my Dad? Did he wonder about displaying his manhood
to his employee's son and whether I might rat him out? Was he trying to win
me over by buttering up my Dad? Was he...? What the fuck was he doing?

My penis was rock hard. I did not know what to think. Was this gesture
innocent? Was he just idly rubbing his fingers up and down his thigh as he
figured out what to do with me? Was he deliberately showing me his hard
cock to see if I was the kind of boy who would stare at it? Was he seducing
me?

He was my Dad's boss. I didn't want to get my Dad in trouble. He seemed to
worry about doing something to my Dad that my Dad would not deserve. But my
Dad was not here. Why was he thinking about that? Unless he was thinking
about doing something with me, something my Dad would not like. What if he
was thinking...

What if he was thinking what I was thinking? What if he knew I wanted to
see that monster cock? What if he read my mind and knew I wanted to touch
it, to ... But fuck me, I couldn't stop staring at his hardening tool. I
just couldn't.

Captain Studman cleared his throat. I looked up at him. He looked like he
had made a decision. He walked toward me, put his giant hand on my shoulder
and walked me toward his office. No "please come with me," no "let's have
lunch." Just force. Gentle force -- he didn't need to convince me to do
whatever he wanted. I was putty in his hands. I would follow him
anywhere. He guided me. But there was no doubt where I was going. I was
going where he wanted me to go. There was no doubt about it. He was in
control. I was in his hands.

And fuck me, I liked the feel of his hand on my shoulder. I liked being led
to his room. I liked him forcing me to go where he wanted me to go. I liked
the way he was controlling me. I wanted to let him have his way with me. I
had no idea what that meant. I had no idea what it would be like. But it
was as if I had been hypnotized. He was forcing me to walk to his
office. But I wanted to go where he was forcing me to go. He was making me
do it. But I wanted to do whatever he wanted me to do.

And fuck it if my cock wasn't rock hard the whole time. And feeling this
giant's big hand squeezing my shoulder, feeling him physically control
where I went -- fuck that almost gave me an orgasm right then.

Hie walked me through the clerk's area to Lieutenant Coke's office.

"Lieutenant Coke?" he said.

I was surprised to hear his name was pronounced "cock." I learned later
that the captain deliberately mispronounced his name which the lieutenant
wanted pronounced "coke." The captain did it because the lieutenant had
been sucking the captain's cock since his first day at the base. The
captain did it because the he got off on being the boss. He did it because
it humiliated the lieutenant, just a little. He did it because the
lieutenant had trouble not having an erection when the captain's handsome
face and pecs and arms were right in his line of sight. He did it because
the lieutenant's cock told the lieutenant to do whatever the captain
said. He did it to show the lieutenant who was in charge. He did it to show
the lieutenant that he was the captain's boy.

"I'm taking care of the engineer's son in my office. I don't want to be
disturbed."

Lieutenant Coke looked at me. I looked at him. The lieutenant's eyes
widened.

And then I understood. I understood that the lieutenant knew something was
going to happen. He knew I would walk out of the captain's office a
different boy. He knew and... I could not tell if he felt sorry for
me... or if he was envious, as if he was jealous, as if he wanted to be one
being taken into the captain's domain to service him. I couldn't tell and I
still don't know. But I do know that the lieutenant's face told me, more
vividly than anything else had, that the captain was in control, that I was
about to see that incredible horse dick, and that there was no doubt that
the captain needed me, wanted me, and going to get what he needed, no
matter what I thought about it.

I was about to lose my virginity. I didn't know what that meant. But the
lieutenant did. And scared as that might make me, apprehensive as I might
be about finally getting to touch a real man's hard throbbing penis, I
realized that thinking about what the captain was about to do with me, to
do to me, was going to make the lieutenant run to the bathroom and rub out
the biggest load of his life.



 Civil service part 2 (what the captain saw)

I was used to guys looking at me in awe. Not just the guys who were into
guys. Totally straight guys would beg to kneel before me and suck my giant
dick. They would see me, they would see how much taller and stronger I am
than any other guy they've ever seen, and they could not believe the things
they were willing to do, the things they wanted to do, the things that I
got them to do. If I wanted a guy to suck my dick, that guy would suck my
dick. It had never failed. Not once. I was a fucking god.

I tried to keep it away from work. I had never forced the engineer to suck
my cock, for example. We needed him to do his magic to keep our troops
safe. He was a genius, that guy, and the troops mattered more than
anything. My one slip up was the cute lieutenant. When I saw him, I knew
there was no way I would not stuff his pretty mouth. I knew he would
worship me the first time I saw him. And his ruby lips were too good to
pass up. I got him assigned to my office and I fucked his mouth the first
minute he was in the office. The guy worshipped me and that felt good. And
nothing bad about having a handy cocksucker around 24/7. The lieutenant
wasn't married and I could call on him any time of day or night. I'm the
boss and we deal in top secret stuff so no one would question it if I asked
the lieutenant to come to my quarters in the middle of the night or if I
had to lock my door to have a top secret working session. And the
lieutenant, he did good work. I was one satisfied customer. And his ass was
as good as his sweet mouth.

So yeah, I got off on turning straight guys who never in a million years
thought they'd ever suck a guy's penis. But I also kept that stuff out of
my work life. For the most part. Yeah you're right, the lieutenant was a
big exception. But mostly I found guys at Home Depot or the grocery store
or the mall.

It was amazing to see every man, and every woman, follow me around with
their eyes. I knew how to let them look, to let them think I didn't
notice. I knew how to make my cock semi-hard in my pants so wives and
husbands together would drop their jaws in wonder.

I liked picking up couples. I would follow them out of the store and follow
them to their cars. I knew how to do small talk. I'd ask about their
purchase, and then casually caress my cock. When their eyes were glued to
it, I'd call them out. "See something you like?" I'd ask. Sometimes they
ran at that point. But more often than they invited me home.

I've lost count of how many women I've fucked right in front of their
husbands. That's a blast. To see this short guys (well everyone's short
compared to me) realizing that their wives are wet and horny for my giant
dick and that never, not ever, will they be able to satisfy their wives the
way I can. To see their faces when I lick their wives' clits, to see their
women swoon and spread their legs and beg me, fucking beg me, to fuck them,
to see their husband's anticipation, their confusion, their longing and
their resignation. Knowing, fucking knowing, that this man, this godlike
man, is going to fuck the love of their life, that she wants it, that she
is begging for it, that at the moment my cock enters, I'm looking, not at
the woman, but at the man. To see his face as I start to fuck. To see his
face as his wife starts to moan. To hear her scream with pleasure as I
hoist her up into the air, held by nothing but my foot long prong. To
bounce her up and down in front of her husbands face. To see him take out
his tiny cock and start to stroke it. To see his face when I tell him I'm
about to shoot my fucking sperm up his wife's love canal. Either he will
fucking let loose a load at the same time or he will start crying because I
fucking impregnated his wife with my giant sperm, because she's not going
to want him after this, because I've spoiled it for him, because I've let
her see what a real man is like.

And then most of the guys, most of them, are just as much in lust with me
as the ladies. They want to touch my dick, they want to feel it throb. They
want to lick it. They want to feel what a real man is like And the guys
that insist they're straight, fuck it, they suck my cock the hardest of
all.

I realize I'm an arrogant son of a bitch. But I am for a reason. God gave
me this giant body, this handsome face, this immense physical strength, and
this humongous cock. And fuck it if everyone doesn't want to get close to
me, to get close to my cock, to suck me off, to drink my sperm, and to sit
down on my thick monster penis till I shoot my cum up inside them, till I
leave my mark, till I make them mine.

But fuck me with a bat. When I saw the engineer's son, three things
happened.

First: I was so fucking attracted to this kid that it took all my
self-control not to unzip my pants and shove my cock down his throat right
then and there in front of his dad. The kid was the cutest boy I had ever
seen in my whole fucking life. He was handsome as all get out and his eyes,
fuck they were like the eyes of women models, thick eyelashes, curved up at
the edges, seductive without realizing it. His lips were even better than
the lieutenant's. They were boy's lips. He was an adolescent. But he was
just a boy. And his body... Fuck it he looked like a little body builder,
like those gymnasts with thick pecs and arms and thighs and a butt you
could hit with a your hand and it wouldn't even quiver it was so fucking
hard.

I wanted to fuck his lips so fucking bad I almost did it. I thought about
it. I fucking thought about it. I truly fucking thought about making his
son suck me off right then and there.

The lieutenant would not have said anything. I have him wrapped around my
finger. And I knew his engineer Dad needed the job. I knew Dad would do
anything not to get fired. He was a hard worker, but he needed the job. But
I also knew the Dad would protect his son, puny guy that he is. I knew he
would not let me make the boy my bitch right in front of him. So I
controlled myself. Just a little. Just enough to figure out how to make it
happen. I didn't make the kid suck me right then. But I did resolve to
shove my cock into his son's mouth before he went home for the day. I
wouldn't make the dad watch. I would give him that much. But fuck me if I
was going to let this hot little stud out of my sight without turning him
into my cocksucker.

I said three things happened. Here's the second: I saw the boy's reaction
to me. The boy's jaw dropped when he saw how tall I am. The boy's mouth
quivered when he looked at my face and saw how fucking handsome I am. The
boy started hyperventilating when he saw my huge hands, my big feet and, of
course, that baseball bat of a cock I have stretched down my right leg. The
boy wanted me. I knew. If the boy had been straight before, he wasn't any
more. If he had been gay before, I had just turned him into an instant
bottom. The boy was in awe of me. It was fucking obvious. I wanted the boy
to suck my cock. And, even if he didn't know it yet at 12 years old, he
wanted that too. He wanted to suck my cock and fuck me if I was going to
deprive him of the pleasure.

Third: I'm the one who arranged that fucking emergency meeting so the boy's
dad would be gone for a few hours. I'm the fucking boss and it was fucking
easy. The lieutenant over in the testing center would do anything to please
me and I told him I'd fuck his sweet ass if he occupied the engineer until
4 pm. I made fucking sure that I would have time alone with the little stud
-- a lot of time. I needed the time. I had the office to give us privacy. I
had my cute office mate lieutenant in the palm of my hand. If the boy
screamed, the lieutenant wouldn't rescue him. I'm a fucking god and the
lieutenant worships me. The boy will too. He's already started.

As I looked at the boy, I could not stop from stroking my giant dick. I
could not help noticing the boy staring at it. I gloried in my own
attractiveness, my size, my powerful seductive presence. I know I'm
arrogant. I know I take for granted that I can get anyone I want. I know I
get off on being worshipped.

Maybe that makes me self-centered. Maybe it makes me a fucking asshole. I
don't know. All I know is that I get off on seducing people. And given what
I look like, given who I am, it's not that fucking hard.

"It's time," I thought. "It's time to teach this angel that I'm the living,
breathing embodiment of his God. It's time to teach him how to worship at
my altar. it's time for him to learn how to suck a real man's cock."



Civil service part 3 (what the boy saw)

Because the sight of my Dad's handsome sexy giant of a boss was so riveting
to me, I did not notice that the captain was equally riveted by me. The
moment I saw him, it was as if time had stopped. The moment the captain saw
me, it was as if time had stopped for him as well. He was a fucking stud
and he knew it. He could get almost anyone, gay, straight, whatever, to
blow him, to stroke his horse cock. But he had never wanted anyone as much
as he wanted me.

I didn't realize it until later but I was a fucking heartbreaker. I was
handsome--much handsomer than I realized. I had beautiful brown eyes, full
lips, and soft straight brown hair that draped over my ears and the back
collar of my shirt. I was shy which made me look down, accentuating my
incredibly long eyelashes. My nostrils flared when I got excited and they
were fluttering back and forth when I met Captain Studman. A little
thing. But that nostril flare, with a nose that was cute and boylike like
mine, was fucking sexy. I didn't know it at the time but it drew the
captain in like a moth to a flame. But I didn't really get it at the
time. I knew that people thought I was goodlooking. When I looked in the
mirror, all I saw were my flaws.

Captain Studman didn't see those flaws. He didn't have any clue about my
adolescent insecurities. He saw a graceful muscular angel. He saw a little
boy with a muscular gymnast body on the edge of manhood. He saw a man who
had the body of a boy; he saw a boy who had the body of a man. I was short,
my face was boyish, my lips were thick and set in a perpetual pout, my eyes
were feminine. And my ass was like two hard bowling balls, with a deep and
mysterious crevice between them. My pecs were round and stuck out like the
front of a freight train, and my arms were thick and roped with muscle. I
was both a violinist and a gymnast. The violin playing taught me to move
with fluid grace while the time on the side horse had given me hard and
prominent pecs and big biceps. It also gave me killer glutes. I still
thought of myself as a skinny kid. I was comparing myself to the hunky gym
teacher, not my classmates. I didn't know how fucking sexy I was.

But Captain Studman knew. Captain Studman fixated on me. I didn't
understand at first. I thought he was angry. I thought he was annoyed. I
didn't realize, until he told me so, that he was so stunned by how sexy I
was that he didn't know what to do. For the first time in his life, he
wanted someone else as much as other people usually wanted him. I was the
fantasy he didn't know he had. For once in his life, it was the captain,
looking at someone else with deep raw sexual longing. He didn't know if I
looked like a cherub or the son of a Greek God.

I, of course, didn't know any of this. I thought I was OK as a guy in the
appearance department. I had no idea -- no fucking idea -- that I could be
anyone's jack-off fantasy.

The captain said something to the lieutenant about taking me into his
office and that we shouldn't be disturbed. The captain's hand was on my
shoulder the whole time, like he was worrying I'd run away if he didn't
hold me there. I wasn't fucking going anywhere. Any moment I spent in the
presence of this god was a moment well spent.

The lieutenant was looking at me. He had the oddest expression. It seemed
like pity, like I was about to be scolded or something. But maybe it wasn't
pity, maybe it was something else. He looked up at the captain and he
looked... he looked... I don't know, almost worshipful. Fuck me, I
thought. That must be how I look when I'm staring at the captain. The
lieutenant looked at me again. He looked sort of fatalistic, like he knew
something about my future that I didn't know. It's like he knew everything
was about to change. I felt the captain moving me around toward his
office. I looked back at the lieutenant. He was nodding his head, as if to
say, "go ahead, you know what to do, you know what's about to happen." I
didn't know, not exactly. But I understood that he was right. Everything
was about to change.

I was in the hands of the captain now. I loved my Dad. I loved my Dad like
crazy. But as I stepped through the captain's doorway, as I heard the door
close behind me, as I watched Captain Studman lock the door and close the
blinds, as I saw him turn to me and stand in front of me, as I fixated on
his hard penis encased in his khaki pants, I realized that I might have
been my father's son, but I was now the captain's boy.



Civil service part 4 (what the captain saw)

 He's twelve years old, I thought. He's just a boy. (That was the angel
speaking.)

Look at those pink swollen lips. Look at those gleaming bright brown
eyes. Look at those eyelashes flashing at me. Is he trying to be seductive?
Does he realize what he's doing to me? Look at him looking up at me. Do it,
you fuck. Just fucking do it. Release your throbbing manhood from these
army regulation pants and slide it between those inviting boy lips. He was
born to suck your cock. Fuck that sweet boy's mouth. (That was the devil
obviously and he was shouting; he was fucking screaming in my ear and he
had a lot to say.)

The boy was staring at my penis. He could not take his eyes away. I was
standing straight up and so was he and his lips were inches from where I
wanted them to be. He was hypnotized. Time had stopped. His eyes following
my huge thumb and forefinger as they traced the outline of my cock up and
down. OK, time to make a move, to see how he reacts.

"You're in good shape, son," I said, reaching over to hold his shoulders,
feeling them.

"Thank you sir," he said, not moving his eyes from my throbbing cock.

"Make a muscle," I said bringing his right arm up to an "L" position. He
looked up at my face as he did that. I felt his muscle. "Side horse?"

"Yes, sir."

"Usually gives you hard thighs and glutes. Let's see how you're doing."  I
put my hands under his armpits and lifted him up in the air like he was
nothing. He gasped as I did that. I placed him on my desk, standing
there. His face was about level with mine. He seemed alarmed or intimidated
to be looking right into my eyes. I held his gaze, licking my
lips. Unconsciously he did the same. Nice. That meant something. It truly
meant something. He was mesmerized by my mouth, my tongue. Imitating me, by
instinct. Imagine slipping my tongue right into his mouth, right now. Oh
God, patience buddy. Patience. Do it slow. Do it right.

As we stared into each other's eyes I brought my hands over to encircle his
left thigh. I squeezed, feeling his gymnast muscles. I moved up closer to
his crotch and squeezed again. His cock twitched. Good. That what I thought
would happen.

"Nice. Doing well."

I was holding his right leg now and squeezing it, up a little, up more, up
and my left forefinger grazed his nuts encased in his jeans, moved under
them, between his legs and pressed upwards. He gasped.

"Fine muscle, son," and I poked his asshole.

He said nothing. His cock was twitching like mad now. His eyes seemed like
he was beginning to panic. Feeling this hunk of a god manhandling him,
massaging the underside of his nuts, feeing the pressure on his asshole and
his thigh, well he fucking liked it. Mikey liked it. I realized I forgot
his name. I should know it. Easier to seduce him.

"What's your name again son?" I asked, as I moved my large hands to his
rear and cupped each of his asscheeks. Fuck they were as hard as rocks and
round as bowling balls. Fuck me, was he in good shape in the boy butt
department. I was kneading his butt, feeling those muscles, pretending this
was clinical. He was gasping for breath. Looked like he was about to faint.

"G-, G-, G-, Guy..." he said breathlessly, stuttering as I massaged his
little ass.

"Great glutes, son," I said, massaging them, moving my face closer to
his. My lips were just inches from his as I massaged those glutes. "Your
coach must be real proud of you."

My lips were an inch from his now. I licked my lips, casually. My large
strong tongue made circular motions around my handsome lips. We were so
close that they grazed those pouty boy lips. The kid gasped.

"Really proud," I said, my lips touching his as I spoke. He had stepped
forward as I massaged his butt. His cock was now pressed against my chest,
my lips fluttering against his as I spoke. I touched his lips really
gently, the softest kiss you could imagine. My tongue emerged as if to lick
my lips again but this time it licked his. Around once. Twice. The on the
third round I penetrated his mouth with my strong hot wet giant tongue. And
as I did so, as I finally got inside my little guy, he opened his mouth to
let me in, he instinctively began sucking on my tongue, as I started to
move in and out of his mouth, fucking it with my powerful wet muscle, all
the while massaging his ass.

I withdrew my mouth from his for a second. I took the middle finger of my
right hand and slowly inserted it in my mouth. I got it totally wet and
slimy with saliva. I placed that hand under his jeans, under his briefs,
down that secret crack. My middle finger split those cheeks, felt his boy
hole. And as my middle finger, the one you say "fuck you" with, entered his
tight little asshole, my tongue plunged into his boy lips and I shoved my
finger right up his little ass. The boy's ass clenched, trying to eject me,
but I pushed in, I pushed up, I penetrated him with my fuck finger and my
fucking tongue. I found his little prostate gland and began to stroke from
the inside as my tongue fucked his mouth and he sucked on it like it was a
cock.

And then I lifted him off the table, totally impaled on my fuck finger, my
left had covering his left butt and pressing up beneath his nuts and in
front of them. I squeezed my left hand, massaging his nuts. I massaged his
prostate. I fucked his mouth. And he shivered. He whimpered. He moaned. He
hugged my huge neck. He sucked my pistoning tongue. He humped his cock
against my hard stomach.

And he did what I was aiming at all along. He shoved his cock against me,
fucking his ass with my finger and his tongue with my mouth, and letting
him hump my stomach.

He couldn't hold it another second. He fucking shot his wad.

He came and he came and he came and he came and he came. And each time he
shot I fucked his mouth with my tongue. I thrust in at the moment he
shot. And at that same moment I poked his little prostate in his muscular
gymnast ass. My huge finger was inside it, big as a little guy's cock. And
he was gasping and moaning and cumming.

When it was over I pulled him all the way to me and he opened his legs on
both sides of my waist and scissored me hard.  I still had my tongue in his
little mouth and he was still sucking on it, licking it, drinking the
saliva on it.

Slowly I withdrew my tongue from his mouth.  looked at him, still speared
with my fuck finger.

"Proud," I said. "Proud of you."



Civil service part 5 (what the boy saw)

Needless to say, I was stunned by what had just happened. The captain had
kissed me. He had fucking kissed me.

And he had tongued me, giving me that incredibly strong, hot, wet
muscle. When he shot it into my mouth, something gave in me, something
changed. I acted on instinct. I sucked. I fucking sucked that tongue. It
was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced. That tongue going in and out
of my mouth was enough to make me cum even if he had done nothing else.

But he had done something else. He had shoved his longest finger up my ass
and done, fuck, what had he done? He had done something inside me. He had
touched some spot, some sacred space, that made my cock throb, my orgasm to
start, and my cock to shoot out the biggest and the most wads of cum I had
ever shot in my young life. And fuck me, I was jacking off five times a
time. This was the fucking best one ever.

But it was also confusing. Captain Studman was a fucking stud but he was
also my Dad's boss. I thought of my Dad and what would happen if he came
back.

"My Dad..." I said.

"Relax, son. He won't be back for hours. Trust me."

Just then the Captain withdrew his finger from my ass. I was encircling him
with my legs and his face was still near mine.

"Let's get cleaned up little buddy," he said, and walked with me in his
arms to the executive bathroom attached to his office. He was holding me
the way a Mom holds here baby, using one arm only. I put my head on his
shoulder like I would when I was a child. I felt him kiss my forehead.

"You did good, son. You did good."

But what? What had I done? What was good?

When we got to the sink he moved me behind him, my arms around his neck, my
crotch against his back, my feet touching his hard stomach. I hung on like
a monkey on his back. He chuckled.

"Don't wanna let go, do you champ?"

"No," I said. "No I don't. It feels good here. You feel good."

The captain was washing his hands, especially the finger that had been up
my butt.

When his hands were clean and dry, he took hold of me and moved me over his
shoulders. Fuck he was pointing my head down, letting me drop slowly until,
fuck it, my face was right in front of his crotch. His hand was pressing my
face against his cock. The blood was rushing to my head.  He was holding me
upside down. His hand was larger than my head. He was holding my head like
a baseball. Fucking God, I could feel his cock throbbing against my
lips. It was moving. I felt the blood rushing through it. I was helpless. I
was incredulous. What was happening?

And then as suddenly as it happened, he righted me, flipped me over, and
said, "We'd best clean up before your Dad returns."

He stood me on my feet and as I watched, he slowly stripped. His shirt was
wet with my cum. He removed his tie, his shirt. His magnificent chest was
there above me, his nipples huge and swollen.

"Help me," he said, pointing to his shoes.

I kneeled and untied his shoes and slipped them off one by one.

"The socks son." And I slowly slipped them off, marveling at how his feet
were longer than my forearm.

And as I knelt before him, he undid his belt, slipped down those khakhis
and stepped out of them.

It was the moment. It was the moment I had thought about.

He removed his boxers so fast it was a blur. And there in front of my eyes
was that horse cock. It snapped out and up and hit me in the face. I was
paralyzed. My cock was rock hard again. He was rubbing his cock against my
cheeks, on my forehead, over my lips.

And then he stepped back.

"Strip," he said and waited.

I was self-conscious but I removed my shoes and socks, my shirt, and my cum
soaked briefs and pants. I was naked before him.

He took my clothes and mixed them with his and put them in a washer/dryer
that for some reason was right there. Either this was a perk of being a
commander I did not know about or he needed a washer/dryer so often that he
had one installed in his office. Maybe I wasn't the only one who needed his
clothes dried after shooting cum in his presence.

He had turned on the shower and reached out and took my hand. We stepped
inside.

I turned to look at him. Remember our heights. His cock was right in front
of my eyes. The warm water streamed down his body. I looked up and saw his
massive pecs and huge biceps.

"Clean me," he said.

I reached for the soap. He stopped me.

"No," he said. "Like this."

And fuck me to twenty Sundays, he knelt down, bent over and started to lick
my cock up and down. Holy hell, that wasn't what I expected. But after
about thirty seconds, he stopped and stood up.

"Like that, son. Clean me the way a man does it."

His tongue in my mouth had been the hottest thing I had ever experienced
but fuck me this beat it.  I didn't even have to bend over to begin to lick
his monster cock. It was throbbing. I could see the veins in it. I could
see it moving as he controlled it; it was a muscle like any other and he
was a muscle man after all. The first lick was a revelation. His cock was
smooth, it was warm, it was soft and hard at the same time. It was his
manhood. And it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

I licked it starting at the base where it met the top of his big balls. I
licked it all around I licked up and down. I licked it like a lollipop. And
as I did so, the captain--my captain--moved back, letting his heavy penis
drop, head pointing at my lips. It touched my lips and I felt some sticky
liquid ooze out of the tip. He traced my lips with his cock head. He placed
the piss hole right between my lips. He moved it back and forth. He moved
it slightly forward. I opened my mouth to breathe. And he pushed his cock,
his godlike penis into my mouth, uttering a huge moan of relief, of
conquest, of accomplishment. The huge mushroom head was inside. This was
what he wanted. This was what he wanted the whole time. He had wanted shove
his cock between my soft boy lips. And fuck me, now it was there. His huge
cock was opening my mouth. It was entering. It was in. Daddy was home.

"Yes son," he said. "Yes. Remember what you did with my tongue. Do that
now. Do that now. Do that now."

I understood. I realized what he needed. I realized what he wanted. I had
heard about cocksuckers. I had heard about cocksucking. I never knew ... I
did not imagine... that it meant what it literally said. I did not realize
it meant to suck a man's penis. Not lick it. Not allow it into your
mouth. But to encase it, to wet it, to keep it in contact wtih your tongue,
your lips, the top of your mouth, to enclose it, to fucking suck. It meant
to suck. Captain Studman wanted me to suck his cock. He wanted... no he
told me to suck. He ordered me to suck.

So I sucked. I sucked his throbbing cock.

And as I did Iooked up at him. His large body was stopping the water from
getting to my eyes. I looked at his face. I looked into his eyes. I saw him
looking at me as he pushed his cock further into my boy mouth. I saw him
looking at me, holding my head, smiling as he saw me looking at him, as he
saw me sucking his cock, as he fucked my mouth.

"That's it, soldier. Service the captain. Do your duty. Be a man."

I looked in his eyes. I felt the throbbing of his cock, the movement in and
out, the probing at the back of my throat.

It was too much for him. The feel of my soft tongue on his penis, the sight
of my handsome face gazing at him in awe, the reality of his engineer's
little stud boy naked before him, the realization that he was fucking my
mouth like he had wanted from the first moment he saw me, the wonder at his
successful seduction of this angelic little muscle boy... it was too
much. He could not have stopped it if his life depended on it.

He shot his first wad in my mouth. I felt it hit my throat, fast, hard,
wet, gooey, thick, salty. I gagged and swallowed. He shot again. I gagged
but swallowed some more. It was his cum. It was the captain's cum. He was
feeding it to me. I drank it. I drank his semen. But there so was much it
spilled out of my mouth. I was gagging.

Suddenly he withdrew. He shot a load right at my face. It was hot,
thick. He shot again covering my nose. He shot on my forehead. He shot
again and again and again and again.

After a long time it was over.

His cum was in my throat. I tasted it on my tongue. I felt it on my
forehead, my nose, my cheeks. I felt it running down to my lips and
slipping onto my tongue. I looked up at him and closed one eye when some
cum slipped down to my eyelid. I felt his hand spreading the cum all over
my face, taking some on his thumb and pressing his thumb between my lips. I
had no choice but to suck on his thumb, to drink the cum he fed me. I was
covered in cum. I was his cum-covered boy.

And then he stepped back and let the water run over me. He took the soap
and gently washed me all over. He washed my face, my chest, my back, my
tight ass, my legs. He washed my cock.

And then he washed himself and all the while that horse cock hung thick and
semi-hard in front of my eyes. And wonder of wonders he let me wash it. He
let me wash his pride and joy. He let me clean his sword.

When the shower was over -- when the blow job was over -- and we were
clean, he picked me up like a child. I sat on his hip being held in one
strong arm. I looked up into his eyes.

"You're a good boy, Guy. You're a very good boy."

And he kissed me on the mouth.



Civil service part 6 (what the captain saw)

I don't know what came over me that first time with the engineer's son.
Generally I'm an arrogant prick. Guys worship me. They're in awe of me. And
usually I get off on that. That want to worship me, why shouldn't I let
them? They think I'm more of a man than they are? Who am I to say I'm not
better than them? More manly? More masculine? A real man compared to their
pale imitation? If a guy wants to treat me like I'm his god well why can't
I be his god? And doesn't that make me a god? Don't I have a right to be
worshipped? Doesn't my cock, my height, my strength, my good looks, doesn't
it all mean that I'm a fucking god? Doesn't the fact that I can turn a
straight guy into a slobbering cocksucker in ten minutes flat mean that I'm
a kind of god?

No doubt I get off on being worshipped, on thinking I'm superior to other
guys.

But this boy, this muscular angel, he did something to my head. Oh, he
didn't make me a good guy. He didn't make me think twice about shoving my
fuck finger up his ass and making him suck my fucking dick. But he did make
me think about being gentle with him, making it a good experience for him,
making him remember it as the best orgasm of his life, making him want to
suck me as often as possible. And kissing his sweet little pouty
mouth. Licking those hot lips. Letting him suck on my daddy tongue until he
shoots his boy load against me.

Ordinarily I would just shove my cock down a guy's throat, I would get off
on him being married and straight, I would get off on his realizing that
he's a man who is willing to kneel down, to bend over, to worship at my
altar. But Guy, Guy I had to seduce. Guy I had to bring along. Guy had to
want to do everything I wanted him to do. Guy had to want to be my boy.

I had a plan. I had a long plan.

When our clothes were washed and dried and we emerged from the office, the
lieutenant knew what had happened. He knew the boy had sucked my godlike
cock. But the boy's Dad suspected nothing. I was his boss and he trusted
me. He fucking trusted me. And the kid, well the kid knew that if he
blabbered about this, he'd never see me again. And trust me, that was the
last thing he wanted.

He was gonna think about me every fucking time he jacked off for the next
four years. I saw the kid ever so often. And we replayed our little worship
sessions several times. And when he was old enough to get a summer job in
the civil service, he took the civil service exam, aced it like I knew he
would (he was wicked smart like his father), and he applied for clerk job
at the army hospital.  By that time I had switched jobs and was the
administrative head of the hospital. And when I came across the boy's
application, well I knew where to place him. In my office. My inner office.

I was no longer his Dad's boss. I was his boss.

He was in the civil service. And fuck it on a mountain did he provide good
service. Every fucking day.



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