Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2011 23:29:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: Btmscott <btmscott@aol.com>
Subject: The Butcher

I was just 15, full of energy and always on the go and... horny every
waking minute. I "dated" a couple girls (dating at that age meant getting
together somewhere to do something and rarely offered any one-on-one
personal time -- it was usually with groups of friends) but rarely had more
than light kissing for physical pleasure. Girls just wouldn't offer up
anything more than that, so like all other 15 yr old boys, I was
continuously frustrated. I looked at Playboy and Penthouse, read the
letters, envisioned burying my cock into a pussy, licking and sucking on
tits and would stroke two to three times a day visualizing these scenarios
with various girls and women I knew. But I never really viewed any of my
friends or men as sexually exciting. They were "guys" and were friends and
we shared our frustrations and fantasies, but they weren't objects of my
sexual interest. Why? Was I not bi? I think they weren't of sexual interest
to me, because I had had no experience or exposure to bisexuality. But that
would change instantly one day in the beginning of my summer school
vacation and I haven't considered myself "straight" since then.

In my neighborhood, about ten blocks from my house, we had a family-owned
grocery/butcher store that my mom frequently sent me to for meats and last
minute needs (we usually shopped at the large, national chain grocery
store, but for meats and small items, we went to the local grocery). On the
day I became bisexual, she had asked me to pick up some things for dinner
that night as well as four steaks for grilling. I rode my bike to the
store, grabbed a hand basket, said hi to the 75 yr old lady at the cash
register at the front of the store and then started searching for my
items. Once I'd found everything but the steaks, I went to the back of the
store where the meat case and butcher were. Mr. Lang greeted me and
commented on how I was getting a nice tan. He asked me what I needed, I
told him and he began carving a large piece of meat into four steaks. All
the time he was doing this he asked me what I was going to be doing during
the summer, was I playing any sports, had I been working out (he said I
looked like I had grown an inch or two and my chest was filling out), was I
dating anyone and what was I doing for fun.

It all seemed a normal conversation between a man in his 50's and an 15 yr
old, but he was really trying to size me up and get me comfortable talking
about myself with him. He wanted to know about the girls I was dating, what
they looked like, if they had nice legs, nice ass and nice tits (I, of
course, bragged that they were hot and "built") and if I was "getting
any". It was all casual and fun, but it was also making my cock hard inside
my shorts. Since I never wore underwear, I had to adjust myself twice to
make my cock point upward and not be the bulge I'd sprouted when we began
the discussion.

At this point he asked me how the steaks looked and which thickness I
thought would be best, but since the steaks were on a cutting board well
behind the counter, I couldn't really see them to decide, so he suggested I
come around the counter to look at them. When I did so, he gave me a slight
hug while saying, "It's so nice to have a handsome young man like you
visiting the store" and he patted me on the ass. He then showed me the
steaks and asked which of the many he had cut I wanted. As I pointed them
out he began to chuckle a bit. I asked him what was funny and he pointed to
my cock and said, "I see all the talk of girls and getting any caused you a
little problem."

I was mortified and tried to turn away to hide my hard on, but he grabbed
my hips and turned me to face him saying, "Don't hide that. That's
something to be proud of. You've grown into a handsome man and that shows
that you've grown in other ways too." He then lightly stroked my cock and
said, "I bet the girls love this. Do they touch you like this?" I shook my
head no. He lightly squeezed it and said, "How big is it?" I said I didn't
know. He pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts away from my stomach and
the head of my cock popped out, fully engorged and leaking precum. He
moaned a soft, "mmmmm" and rubbed some of my precum over the head causing
my knees to almost buckle. He then said, "Ahhh, you can't leave here with
him all hard. We should take care of that." He then talked on an intercom
and told the lady at the front of the store that he would be in the storage
room downstairs for little while and to call him there if anyone needed
anything. With that, he guided me to a back door and down steps to the
basement storage area of the store and locked the door from the inside.

Once downstairs, he walked over to a table and sat in a chair and beckoned
me to come over and stand in front of him. He told me to take my shirt off
and show him my chest, which I did. He reached up and stroked my chest, my
nipples (which caused a moan from me), my stomach and made encouraging
comments about my muscles and how I was growing up nicely. He tweaked my
nipples and lightly pulled on them and, once again, my knees almost
buckled. He chuckled and said, "Nice tits and nipples. And you're so
sensitive. That's good `cause I like to suck and bite nipples. Now, let's
see what we have inside these shorts." And he reached my waist band and
pulled my shorts straight down to my ankles.

Throughout all of this I was both confused and hesitant, but it was such an
incredibly exciting and sexually new experience, I wouldn't have been able
to say no to anything he asked if I wanted to. My cock was hard as a
diamond and leaking so much precum you would have thought I had actually
cum. He reached out and squeezed my 6.5" cock with one hand and cupped my
balls with the other. He started a slow stroke up and down and squeezed
harder each time he came to the head. When he leaned forward and took my
cock into his mouth I was stunned, threw my head back, moaned and just
allowed the incredible sensations to overwhelm me. It was like nothing I
had imagined. His mouth was warm, wet, and seemed to completely engulf all
of my cock and provide just the right amount of friction to make me feel
like I could cum at any time. But he was smart, knew this and would back
off, lightly squeeze my balls and allow my orgasm to subside.

Every time he would back off, he would look up at me and ask me if I liked
that. Did my cock feel good in his mouth? Was I close to cumming? I could
barely talk I was so overwhelmed but I was more surprised when he told me
to sit on the table behind him and lay back. In pretty much a daze and with
the sensations of my cock leading the way, I hopped up on the table behind
him and lay back. He pulled my hips to the edge of the table, scooted his
chair closer and lifted my legs back toward my chest. He told me to hold
them back and open. Now I was embarrassed. It was one thing to be seduced
and have immediate attention paid to your cock, but to be laid back on a
table, nude, your legs pulled back and spread and to be doing this in front
of a man you barely know, was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same
time.

He seemed intent on inspecting every inch of me. He leaned forward and I
could feel his breath on my balls and my little brown hole. Next I felt him
stroking the inside of my thighs, lightly touching and stroking my balls
and lightly touching my little hole. I had never had any idea how
remarkably sensitive I was there. His light touch, breath and my position
ensured that my hole was twitching, squeezing and relaxing involuntarily
and my balls were as tight and pulled up as they had ever been. By just
being in this position, I was ready to shoot and nothing was touching my
cock... only my balls and ass. But what he did next is what caused me to
cum. He leaned down and forward, held my cheeks in his hands and licked my
little brown hole.

Licked it? No, that wouldn't be accurate. He flattened his tongue against
my hole and slowly worked it up and down while pressing his nose against
the base of my balls and rubbing that point where my balls and cock
join... it was fucking phenomenal, incredible, mind blowing and caused me
to immediately shoot what seemed like ten shots of cum all over my chest
and as high as my chin. I became hyper sensitive and tried to move away as
I was shooting, but he knew what he was doing and held me firmly in place
with his hands. Even when I let go of my legs and tried to flex up and
away, he kept my hole open and available to his tongue and mouth and I
almost came a second time. When he finally stopped licking and sucking on
my hole, he leaned back in his chair and smiled at me while he unbuckled
his pants and said, "now we teach you how to please me."

I was lying there, legs down now, trying to catch my breath (and wondering
how I was going to wipe off all the cum I had shot all over myself) when he
stood up, dropped his pants and underwear and pulled his shirt off over his
head. For the first time in my life I was looking at a man, a true man,
naked, engorged, with that glint in his eyes we all know that means he is
in full hunt mode and looking at the meat he wants to mount and use. He was
about 5'9" or 10", had a nicely hairy chest, nice bush of hair around his
cock, but surprisingly no hair on his cock or balls, thick, solid legs and
strong arms. He wasn't hung like a horse, but his 6-7" cock was very
thick. Beer can thick and cut. It looked like what the cops and bad guys
used to call a "sap". Being Italian, his skin color was darker than mine
(I'm Swedish/French/English -- so very white) and his cock was almost black
in color. It was both imposing and very erotic to look at. He was hard and
was dripping pre cum, but mainly it was how it pointed straight out and
looked like a horse's cock in shape.

Mr. Lang stood in front of me, smiled, rubbed a bunch of my cum onto my
chest with one of his hands and with the other hand, pulled me off the
table and guided me to my knees before him. He put the fingers from his
hand with my cum in my mouth and told me to lick it all, get used to the
taste and stroked my hair and head as he stood before me scooping up more
of my cum and feeding it to me. When it was mainly gone and his hand clean,
he put both hands on the my head and said, "We'll take this slowly, but you
must do what I tell you to do. I have given you pleasure, so now you will
give me pleasure. It is the least you can do for your new Daddy. Do we
understand each other?" I meekly nodded. He then started my training. I was
taught how to keep my teeth from scraping his really fat cock and how to
take it to the back of my throat without gagging (I was amazed that trying
to actually swallow his cock when it hit the back of my throat worked in
keeping the gag away and allowed him to actually get into the back of my
throat) and I was shown how he likes his balls stroked, pulled on and
lightly massaged as I took that beautiful, thick cock deep into my mouth.

Having only tasted my cum, I was interested and excited about tasting his,
but that was not to be on our first encounter. As he gradually built up
speed in mouth fucking me, he leaned down and told me he wanted me to wear
his seed. He said he wanted his new boy to leave the store with his cum
dried on his face. Was I willing to do this for him? Would I wear his cum
out of the store? I realized at that point that this man (and men I would
search out in the future) would be totally in control of me sexually and I
would do whatever they wanted me to do, no matter how humiliating... and I
nodded "yes" to his request.

With a final smile on his face that showed his pleasure with my response,
he now grabbed my head in both his hands, pulled my hair and began a full
five or six minutes of ever-more aggressive pounding of my mouth. I gagged,
I drooled and I almost choked up my lunch, but he continued fucking my
mouth without regard to me or my limitations. When his cock started
swelling even more, I knew he was getting close. His breathing became more
ragged and breaths shortened and then it happened... he literally pushed my
face away from his cock, grabbed the hair on the top of my head and pulled
my head back and face upward with his left hand while he stroked and
stroked his cock with his right hand and then he exploded... one, two,
three, four ropes of cum hit my face, hair, chin and eyes and then the last
small push of cum he shot landed right on my left nipple.

His body shook, his hand stroked, squeezed and pulled cum out of his cock
and then rubbed it in my hair (that was something he loved to do... use my
hair to wipe cum from his hands and fingers) and he looked down at me with
that vacant, totally spent look men get when they cum and are totally
focused on the sensation of the cum. When he eventually couldn't stand it
anymore (or stand either), he sat back down into the chair, reached out,
patted the side of my face with no cum on it and said, "You show great
promise. You are now a cocksucker. Come back to me tomorrow and we begin
teaching you other ways to make a man happy. Now, get dressed, pick up the
groceries behind the counter and leave out the back door. Mrs. Gurben
doesn't need to see you leave. But be back here tomorrow at the same time."

I agreed, pulled my shorts and t-shirt on and left.

The next day? I was back, on time, and ready to learn more.