Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2021 12:02:43 +0000
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Buffalo Bob Part 12

 This is an erotic fiction story about gay men and boys with emphasis on
muscle worship and domination.  There is gay consensual sex between
characters in this story.  If this is not your thing or you are under legal
age of consent, please stop now.

 Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but
keep in mind that this is fiction.  In reality, safe sex should always be
practiced.  This story is entirely fictional and is not meant to depict any
characters or places or actual events in real life.  Any similarity to
reality is entirely coincidental.

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BUFFALO BOB



PART 12



Bob said he would come by my apartment.

He'd said that before and hadn't followed through, but that was Bob,
not the most dependable guy around.  I would just have to accept whatever
I could get from him.

That session this afternoon where I let myself get seduced by Jerry was
embarrassing, but I admit the threesome with Bob was exciting.  Alright,
so he made me lick his ass, but Bob is so powerful and commanding, as
well as being beautiful, that I actually enjoy giving him pleasure.  He
overwhelms me with his controlling personality making it satisfying to
submit to him, to serve him.

I know he shared me with Jerry, and I know he humiliated me by getting
Jerry to talk me into a blowjob, but it was no longer infatuation; I was
seriously falling for him.  I keep asking myself how I can fall for a guy
who I know is going to continue playing around and probably continue
humiliating me, and who will not love me back in the same way.  But I am
falling in love.  I love his glorious physique, his handsome face and
beautiful smile, and I love his style.  His arrogance, his narcissism,
his demanding attitude, the very exciting sex and his demanding nothing
less that complete obedience.  You never know what's coming next from
Buffalo Bob but that is what makes it exciting.  It's crazy, but yes, I
loved everything about him.

So, Bob said he might come by in the evening.  I was hot and excited just
thinking about my Buffalo Bob, as I sat there waiting.

What a change.  Just a couple days ago I was trying to find a way to
break it off with Bob, and then a new Bob appeared, a guy with a new
personality, a guy that I hadn't met before, a guy who was still as
gorgeous and masculine as always but who was sweet and loving.

This young demigod who could have anybody he wanted had picked me, a
mature adult, an ordinary college professor.  Okay, so I had to share
him, he had me and Jerry on our knees sharing his cock this morning, but
I didn't mind.  I was thrilled, and I was on pins and needles as I
waited for him to arrive.

I knew I was being foolish by expecting him at a reasonable hour, but I
was so excited that I couldn't help it.  At eight o'clock I was already
on the sofa waiting for him.  The TV was on but I was too wound up to
watch it.  Yes, I was hooked.  It was more than lust, it was more than
just a crush, I was really falling for the guy.

At eleven-thirty he still hadn't arrived, and of course I was wondering
it he would arrive at all.  I should have known he wouldn't arrive at
eight o'clock, but I was .... I was smitten, I was in love.

But when he did finally arrive, wearing those tight running shorts slit
up the side and a University of Wisconsin tank top, he looked glorious.
But he wasn't alone.  He was laughing as he came in the door, and there
was a kid on his back.  There was a young boy on his back who was
laughing hysterically as Bob carried him into the room.

That was a shock, that he wasn't alone.  Somehow it had not even
occurred to me that he wouldn't be alone.

"I could eat you up" the kid joked through his laughter.  Bob wasn't
holding him, it was like the kid had only just jumped on his back, his
arms around his neck and his legs around his middle.

"Like hell, you little brat" Bob laughed.  "You're aching for a
bruising."  He grabbed the boy by his shirt and dragged him around in
front of him, putting him on his feet.  "Grrrrrr" he growled through
his laughter as he bit the boy's neck and then kissed him.  "We'll see
who is going to eat who."  The boy, who was at least a foot shorter than
Bob, squealed as Bob pretended to munch on his neck.

"Oh yeah, give me a bruising.  I need a bruising."  Bob grabbed the boy
by the butt and lifted him off his feet and the boy put his arms around
his neck again.  They started kissing, and Bob started parading around
the room holding the kid in his hands.

Yes, I was in shock.  This certainly wasn't what I expected.  I thought,
perhaps foolishly, that it would be an intimate time with the two of us,
and maybe I could suck him, or he'd fuck me again, or maybe, just maybe
we could finally set down together and have a discussion.  Not for a
moment had I considered that it wouldn't be just him and I, together.

Bob walked down the hall to the bedrooms and back again, carrying the kid
and groping his ass as they aggressively continued kissing each other.
Bob had not even looked in my direction and neither had the kid.

The kid looked young, maybe fifteen, or maybe not, but he didn't look
like a university student.  He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.  Bob had
both hands under the boy's butt and now, standing there in the middle of
the living room, he got a good grip on the shorts and pulled, ripping
them apart at the seam, opening them up to the boy's ass.  The boy
screamed, and ...., well...., he screamed in joy.

"You can eat me up later" Bob murmured in the kid's ear, "but I'm
going to fuck you first."

Showing his strength, he held the kid there with one hand as he unzipped
and pulled his cock out with the other.  "You ready?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready" the kid screeched.  Bob
took aim and slowly lowered him onto his dick.  Slick-as-a-whistle, he
just slid all the way in.  Obviously, the boy had prepared himself ahead
of time since his moan sounded like a moan of pleasure, not pain, as Bob
entered him.

Now he started walking around the room again.  With both hands on the
kids butt and showing absolutely no strain, he slowly lifted the boy up
and down on his dick.  The boy, with his arms around Bob's neck, seemed
to be trying to devour Bob's neck and upper chest with licks and kisses.

Bob never once looked in my direction and the kid was too caught up in
Bob to notice anything, so I just sat there not having a clue what to do
or to say.  As always seems to be the case with Bob, he shocks me so much
that he continually leaves me speechless.

Of course, I was hurt because he was back to humiliating me again.
Yesterday he'd pretended I was special to him, and this morning he raved
about how good I was ...., how I ....., well...., how good I licked his
ass.  Hell yes, I wanted to lick his ass again, or suck his cock, or
whatever he wanted.  There was no call for him to bring this boy in here
and rub it in my face.  As I sat there I actually got tears in my eyes as
he walked around ignoring me, pretending that I didn't exist.

Obviously, this was not the time to talk to him, but he couldn't fuck
the kid forever, so I decided to just wait until he was done and then try
to ask him what the hell was going on.  So, I sat there for twenty
minutes or so, stewing and trying to control my tears as the kid kept
screaming, he was a real screamer, and Bob kept up the slow walk and the
slow fuck.  I'm sure the kid ejaculated in his pants, maybe more than
once before Bob finally reached his peak.

When I heard something break in the kitchen, I got up to see what was
happening.  Bob had dropped the kid on his back on the table, the
breakfast table I was using as my desk.  He knocked a glass off onto the
floor and scattered my papers around.   Luckily my laptop was still on
the table, but it was precarious since Bob was now banging it to the kid,
shaking the table

I made a quick rescue and saved my computer as Bob started to yell.  As
usual with him it was: `ahhh fuuuck', yelled out as he slammed it to
the boy one final time and let go.

Putting my computer on the counter, I walked away, back into the living
room.  As sexy and unbelievably gorgeous as Bob was when he was hot and
sweaty and banging it to some kid, I didn't want to see it.  Just
listening to them in the kitchen as I sat back down on the sofa brought
tears to my eyes again.  I was hooked.  Me, the college professor with a
PhD was totally hung-up on this guy, this student who continued
humiliating me.

Then, not totally surprising, but still pretty gross, he came in with his
dick still sticking out of his pants.  He walked up in front of me, for
the first time even recognizing my existence, and just stood there.

How dare he do this to me?  How outrageous could he get?  To make it
worse the kid was standing next to him.  Bob didn't say a word, but he
looked me squarely in the eye making clear his unspoked order.  For a few
seconds I actually considered refusing, and just sat there, but I knew if
I was going to try to have a discussion with him, I didn't what to start
out by making him mad.

I took his dick in my mouth.

"Oooh, you're going to make him eat my shit?" the little boy said
making me turn beet red.  Actually, the kid was clean because although
there was plenty of Bob's cum still smeared on his dick there was almost
no taste of shit.  I sucked it and licked it clean.

"Zip me up" Bob ordered.  As I looked up, I saw a disturbed look on his
face.  Oh-oh.  Sometimes the least little thing could set him off, and it
looked like my slight delay when I considered refusing to clean his dick
had pissed him off.  I stuffed it back in his shorts and zipped him up.
"You watch your ass" he said as he glared at me.  Jesus, he was
volatile.

But then he flopped down beside me on the sofa and put his arm around me
as if nothing had happened. "Come here you" he said to the kid who now
sat down on his lap.  He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  When I
didn't respond he grabbed my head and twisted it so he could kiss me on
the lips.  He gave me a couple quick pecks.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked, evidently having no clue what
I could be upset about.  It was alright for him to get angry about the
tiniest little thing, and get outrageous as hell, but I had to be upbeat
and responsive and accepting when he even deemed to look at me.

"You wouldn't believe this little kid" he said without waiting for an
answer from me.  "He looks eleven, but I know he's almost eighteen, and
what an ass he's got.  Isn't' that right baby?"

The boy just giggled as Bob kissed him on the top of his head.  "Go
clean up.  And go to, ahhh.... asswipe.  Go to asswipe's bedroom and find
something to wear.  Underwear or something."  The boy got up and headed
toward my bedroom.  Asswipe?  I was still asswipe to him?

"You wouldn't believe what a sweet ass that kid has.  I might decide to
keep him around for a while.  Maybe he could take Tracy's place."

This was just too much.  "Bob, bob, bob...." I started.

"You know what?" he said.  "I forgot all about Tracy, I forgot he was
living here with you.  I never intended for you to have sex with him, or
with anyone else for that matter."

"What?  You don't want me to have sex with anyone?

"Well, no, of course not" he said.  "You're with me."

"But you keep involving me in situations with other guys."

"That's different, because I'm setting you up, and you know what?  I
don't think you're properly appreciative.  I picked you out even though
you're an old guy and I've been giving you lots of attention.  You
should be flattered."

"Okay, so yes, I wondered why you picked me out, and I am flattered, but
you told me yourself that it was because you'd never had sex with a
professor."

"So, what does it matter why I'm fucking you when you know I'm the
hottest stud in town?  You should be fuckin honored."

"Okay, I am Bob.  I do feel ...."

"You know damn well I'm the hottest stud that you've ever had, and
you're just a distraction for me since you know I only fuck the hottest
young twinks in town.  Hell, it's a riot seeing how desperate you are to
kiss my ass and gobble my cock, you're such a fag."  He laughed in my
face.

What a put down.  I couldn't believe he was saying this to me.  Then it
got worse.

"Just because I'm letting you to do me, doesn't give you the right to
think you deserve it.  You don't deserve anything from me, and you
better be happy with what I give you.  I'll be damned if I'll let you
blow me again if you're out fucking everything in sight like a two-bit
whore."

"Wait a minute, Bob.  That's not fair.  I'm thrilled that you're
having sex with me, but I never know when you're coming, and I ....
Well, I'm sorry if you feel like I'm not appreciative."  I'd wondered
why he picked me when he could have anyone he wanted, and yes, I felt
honored, but I hadn't realized how he felt about it.  He's angry that I
would even consider having sex with someone else.

"You want to get it on with me I damn well expect some deference and you
don't even look at anyone else.  I don't deal in used goods."

I'm sorry, Bob" I said.  "I'm sorry, I didn't realize how you felt
and you're right, I need to show you more consideration.  But what about
you?  You're out fucking every night."

"Yeah, I am.  So what?"

That came across.  He didn't even understand the problem of him out
fucking and me being celibate.  He took it for granted he would have free
rein and I would wait for any attention he's willing to give me.

"But Bob, don't you see the discrepancy here?"

"We're talking about you not me" he said.  "Are you the hottest stud
in the university?  Are you the guy who makes twinks piss their panties
when I even look at them?"

"Of course not."

"So, stop pissing me off and start showing some appreciation."  That's
when the kid came back into the room, wearing a pair of my underwear, one
of my sexy ones that Tracy had encouraged me to buy.  It was an open
weave white bikini that didn't hide much of anything.  "So, the
professor has sexy underwear, heh" Bob laughed as the kid climbed back
on his lap.

"Yeah, he hid them in the back corner of his dresser, but I found them"
the kid laughed.  "I bet he wears them and jerks off when he's here
alone."

"How about you give this kid a blowjob," Bob said.  "Maybe I'll fuck
him again.  Or maybe I'll ....  Hey, you ever get fucked while sucking
somebody off?"

I was flabbergasted.  Again, Bob shocks me.  "What" I exclaimed.  You
want me to ....?"

"That would be fun" he said and laughed.  "I've got plenty of juice
left so go ahead and get started.  Kid, get your dick out."

"Wait a minute.  Wait a minute.  You can't ...."

"You wanna give me deference, you do what I say."  I was still sitting
next to him but now he put a hand behind me and pushed me off onto the
floor.  "I tell you to do something, you do it.  And I just told you to
give this kid a blowjob."

"Oh, cool" the kid gushed.  "Mr. asswipe is going to suck me off.  Oh
yeah."

Again, this was just too much.  Bob turned me on, and I wanted to get
fucked by him, but his demand that I obey him on everything was simply
uncalled for.

 "Bob, please, stop it.  Be reasonable.  You can't keep giving me these
crazy orders.  I'm a college professor, I'm your college professor.
You need to have some decency."  I knew I was going out on a limb by
saying this, but I had to try to put a stop to his worst instincts.

"Well, you do have some backbone after all" he said and laughed.  "I
love it.  You're so cute.  And you're right, I don't respect you
enough.  But that's my style, I don't respect anybody enough."  I was
on my knees at his feet when he reached around the kid on his lap and
grabbed me by the neck and squeezed.  With a stern look on his face he
said: "you're going to suck this kid.  You know why?  Because I told
you too."

This was serious, but I had to make a stand.  "Bob, I can't...."  He
slapped me, hard, across the face, damn near taking the skin off.  I
raised my hands to remove his hand as he was choking me, but he was too
strong, and I had to effect as he held me there with one hand.

The slap brought tears to my eyes and my cheek was on fire.  I didn't
say anything and neither did he as he held me there, glaring at me.  The
boy looked scared and just froze on his lap.  Bob just held me there,
choking me for at least a minute, maybe two, hurting me, and the whole
time staring into my eyes, glaring at me.  I couldn't breathe and my
face must have been turning red.  I was really crying, tears streaming
down my face, both from the pain, but also from despair and from fear.  I
knew this was not going to end well.

But, when he finally let go of my neck, he gave the boy a shove, pushing
him off his lap onto the floor.  "I'm going to let this go this time,
and this time only.  I'm going to let you suck me off instead of the
boy, but it had better be the best god-damn blowjob in history."  He
stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped and pulled his shorts down.  Then he
went to the end of the sofa and leaned back against it.

I watched him as he did this and realized that's where he wanted me to
blow him.  I crawled over in front of him on my knees and took his cock
in my mouth.  He wasn't soft as I expected, but was about half hard,
evidently slapping me around was bit of a turn-on for him.  I got busy.

I am an excellent cocksucker and I love sucking cock, especially a beauty
like this one, so, even though I was hurting, I went at it, determined to
give him the blowjob of the century.

The boy stayed on the floor for a couple minutes and then got on the
sofa, standing on the cushion behind Bob.  Pulling Bob's tank top up,
Bob raised his arms allowing him to remove it.  Then he started
worshiping Bob's back and neck and shoulders, kissing and licking that
glorious body.  After a few minutes Bob started flexing, pumping those
massive arms for the boy's pleasure and worship.

I didn't see this of course because I was busy on Bob's cock.  I
intended to make this blowjob one for the books, a blowjob to remember,
and I was going to show him he couldn't hold out against my technique.

At some point when I was sucking, the kid evidently blew his load on
Bob's back and then had to lick it off.  He was making all kinds of
weird sounds of delight as he worshiped but I was busy doing my thing.
Bob had cum only a while ago, so I knew it would take some effort to get
him off again so soon.  It took me about five minutes to get him fully
hard but then I really went at it.  I don't know how long it was before
I had him panting, but it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes.
Yeah, he started panting, so I worked even harder, swallowing and licking
and sucking, driving him crazy.

How can I tell when I'm giving a terrific blowjob?  When a dominant
recipient like Bob does not try to take over but lets me do my thing.
It's so good they don't want to interfere.

It wasn't long before he finally let out a yell: "Ohhh fuuuck."  This
was his second ejaculation in, like half-an-hour and it almost sounded
like he was in pain, but I knew where he was: the ejaculation was so
intense that it was almost painful, and he literally screamed.  I deep
throated him and the first shot went directly into my throat, and you
better believe I was not going to let myself choke.  I controlled it as I
pulled back a bit and looked up at him.  He was going wild.

"Ahhhhhh....  Damn you, damn you, damn you."  He was screaming but he
was also laughing in an extreme frenzy as he jerked his body around.  It
worked, just as I had hoped.  He was having an ejaculation like he'd
never had before.  His whole body was shaking as he fired again and again
into my mouth.

Mission accomplished.

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