Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2020 17:58:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Joey Schiavo - slave boy Joey - installment 3

As Joey got changed for dinner, his head was swimming.  When Bill kissed
him, he felt like he was going to react like he were being given
medicine.  But he liked it.  DAMN the kiss felt good.  And what did he do
to his chest?  What did he call it?  Nipple play? Joey had never heard of
it, but again... even thinking about it was making him hard, and , well,
he didn't want to stain another pair of pants.    Bill seemed to be a
pretty nice guy.  He made clear what he wanted, but he wasn't rushing.
Joey had had nightmares of being raped, or having a pole pushed up his
ass, and none of that was happening.  It felt like he was dictating the
pace .
He went through the clothes he brought with him.  Bill said khakis, so he
pulled out a pair of off white pants Adam suggested he bring, because
"they make everyone look at your ass a second time."  Then he took out a
Lauren shirt that someone had given him for a birthday present a couple
years ago.  Pale lavender, and close fitting.  He had always thought it
was "too fruity," but he didn't want to disappoint this man.  He put on
the shirt, and then, because he remembered Adam telling him  "you've got
killer arms, show them off," he rolled up his sleeves.

"Is this ok, Mr. Scott?"  Bill was cleaning something up in the kitchen
and he looked up and smiled.  "Oh, Joey, that's so much more than ok.
You look absolutely handsome."  He came out of the kitchen, and he
ruffled Joey's hair for a second.  "I feel like I'm going out on a date
with the handsomest man in college."  Joey blushed

"Gee, thank you Mr. Scott, but there are a LOT of guys better looking
than me."  Bill just smiled.  "Tell you what Joey?  I had made plans at a
restaurant that I thought would impress you, and we can still go there if
you want.  It's a little fancy, but the food is good.  It's Italian.
Or...."  You know, when I was doing gymnastics, the thing I missed the
most, was pizza.  And the first thing I did when I was done, was go out
and get myself the biggest, greasiest one I could.  You feel like having
a pizza, Joey?"

The young man's eyes got big.  "REALLY?  I think the last time I had a
pizza was freshman year of high school.  Could we, Mr. Scott?  I mean, if
you want to, but we don't have to."
Bill laughed.  "No, I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't mean it.
There's a nice place nearby.  " He looked at Joey  "I'm trying to decide
if you're a pepperoni man, a sausage man, or a mushroom man."
"Do they do combos, Sir?"
"Of course they do.  You want em all, you can have em all.  It's a
special night.  Just try not to spill anything on that beautiful shirt.
"  Now, do me a favor too, Joey.  When we're out of the house, please
feel free to call me  Bill.  In the house, though, either Mr. Scott or
Sir.  It just keeps the roles in order."

"I can do that Sir.  "  Joey smiled.  "I really can't thank you enough
for this weekend."  Again, a smile from Scott.  "And I can't thank you
enough."

The restaurant was busy, but they knew what they were doing.  The
waitress took their order:  a triple combo for Joey, and a margarita
pizza for Bill.  Joey asked for water, and Bill called her back.  "How
about bringing my young man a martini?  Gin. Extra dry.  olives.  One for
me too."

"Coming up Sir."
"Bill, I'm not used to drinking late at night"
"You're not used to a lot you're doing this weekend Joey.  Just have
one.  It'll relax you because, I can tell, you're still nervous."
"Yeah, I guess I am.  I mean, I'm trying to figure out why I reacted the
way I did when you... touched me."
"Because it felt good Joey.  You had never experienced that kind of thing
before.  And I have a few more things planned when we get back, that'll
be new to you.  I think you're gonna like them."
Joey was even more nervous when he heard that, but again, he thought of
how good having his nips played with felt, and his young cock got
stirring again.

For a 20 year old, Joey was on the left hand side of the bell curve in
terms of sexual experience.  Gymnastics was hard:  the practices were
long, and he was tired a lot of the time.  When he dated, his dates often
found themselves unsatisfied, because , well, Joey fell asleep.  So word
got around:  a hot dud.   At least that's how the ladies reacted.  The
gay boys, on the other hand,  used his pictures for their masturbation
experiences, a lot.  Occasionally, Joey would hear a rumor about that,
but he'd just laugh it off, the same way he'd brush off a wolf whistle
from a guy.  Coming from his background, with his blue collar Italian
family, he didn't get any exposure to this world either.

"Hey, Joey."  Bill was  tapping him on his arm.  "Martini hit you that
hard?  You barely touched it.  Or your pizza."
"Oh, sorry Bill.  I was just thinking about, well, stuff..."
"Well, let me give you some more stuff to think about Joey, ok?  It's a
lot more, but you need to think about this."
"Ok Bill. I'm hearing you."
"I like you.  You know what I have in mind, but so far, I like you more
than just as a hot boy in my bed.  After this weekend, I want you to take
a week to think about what  we've done.  And then consider whether or not
you'd like to move out of the university housing, and in with me.  No
rent, and I'll pick up your tuition of course.  But it's a big step.
Think about it."

"Bill, I don't know what to say.  Thank you.  I'd need to figure out what
to tell my folks though."

"Oh, that's easy Joey.  Trust this old sneak:  you got a job as a
personal assistant to a former gymnast, and it meant you had to move into
his house.  It gave you some pocket money because the scholarship really
isn't all that generous beyond room and tuition.  They'll  love your
ingenuity for doing it, and ..." Bill paused.  "Your grades WILL go up,
Joey."
Joey smiled, but he saw the iron behind Bill's look.  "Yes Sir.  They
will.   I'll have to think about this.  I'm just..."

"Overwhelmed.  I get it."  He saw the empty plate in front of Joey.
"More?  I'm not going to finish."
Joey smiled.  "My mom said it's a sin to waste food."
"Your mom's right.   Waste is a sin Joey, period.  Finish it up. And if
you want some ice cream or something, we can do that too."

"I think not tonight, Bill.  Pizza was a real treat." He smiled.  "Thank
you for thinking of it .  Maybe ice cream before the weekend is over?"
"it's a deal handsome. "  Joey blushed again.

They walked back home, and halfway there, Scott put his arm around Joey's
waist.  Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was a lot of things, but Joey
didn't mind.  It felt... good, and right.


When they got in the house, Scott sat on the sofa while Joey used the
bathroom.  When Joey came out,  Scott patted the sofa next to him.  "Come
sit with me.  "  Joey gulped.  He sort of knew what was going to happen,
and he didn't know how he was going to react.

Bill put his arm around Joey's shoulders.  Then he opened a second button
on his shirt, stuck his hand in, and found one of Joey's nips.  He began
to play with it.  "Still feel good joey?"

"MMMMM.  Yes sir.  Yes, it does..."  Joey began to squirm a little.  If
he adjusted himself, he could get more of Bill's fingers on his nip.
Then Bill leaned over.  "Kiss me handsome.  Kiss me like we practiced."

"Yes sir."  Joey opened his mouth, and Bill shook his head "no no.  Not
right away.  Regular kisses, then we practice French. "  Joey blushed,
but when the kissing began, he could feel his cock getting hard again.
In the middle of the kissing, he found himself on his back, with Bill on
top of him.  He was nibbling Joey's ear, which was driving Joey a little
crazy.

"Sir, that feels so good, but... I may explode again..."  Scott stopped
and looked at him.  "Well, I don't want you exploding.. yet.   I had
something else in mind.  Something new to teach you.  Let's go to the
bedroom."

Scott could hear the gulp and he looked at Joey.  "This is not negotiable
Joey.  You knew that."
Joey looked down and muttered.  "Yes sir.  "
"You can undress in private if you want, but you WILL be naked.
"I understand Sir.  I think I would like the privacy."
"Ok.  Use my bedroom, and call out to me when you're ready."
Joey felt a bit like a trapped animal.  He wasn't sure he wanted this,
even though he didn't know what "this" was.  But being naked in front of
a total stranger?  Then again, the total stranger had offered to pay his
tuition, give him a place to stay, and on a much smaller level, bought
him dinner and drinks two nights in a row.  Hell, if he had done this
for a woman, he'd expect her to get naked.
"But I'm not a woman," he told himself.  "He doesn't want a woman.  He
wants a handsome , young man.  He wants ME.  Not someone else.  ME."
When that thought went through his head, getting undressed was easy.
"I'm ready Sir."
Scott came into the bedroom, looked at Joey, and smiled.  "And you
certainly are.  LOOK at that sausage my sweet Italian boy."  Joey blushed
at his hard on.
"Don't blush Joey.  I have one too.  You'll see in a minute.  But while
I'm undressing, put your hands behind your back and shove out your chest.
"
"Yes sir."  He did it, and as Bill was undressing, he heard him mutter.
"OH FUCK he's SO HOT."  Bill stripped down, and Joey thought  "He kept
fit.  Good for him.  My dad should  take lessons."

Scott came up to Joey.  "Don't be so scared.  I'm really not going to
hurt you.  Now, why don't you lay down on the bed?  Face up, so I can see
you?"
"Yes sir.  Please..  What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to try some things on you, to see if you like them. Don't
worry.  I'm not going where you don't want to go.  I promise. Scott lay
down next to Joey, and for a few minutes, all he did was play with his
hair.  "You are really SO DAMN HANDSOME Joey.  I feel honored to have you
in my bed."
"Sir, I don't know what to say. "
"Then don't say anything.  Just react.."  He moved down to the foot of
the bed, and spread Joey's legs.  Surprisingly, Joey didn't resist.
"Now, this is something called rimming.  I think you'll like it.   His
tongue found Joey's virgin hole, and he began to just lick all around
it.

'OH FUCK MY GOD.  OH SHIT.  OH WOW.  GOD.  GOD GOD GOD GOD."   Scott
looked at Joey.  "So you like it?"
"HELL YEAH SIR.  PLEASE.  CAN YOU CONTINUE?  PLEASE?  "
Scott was experienced enough to know that he probably could have fucked
Joey at that point.  But that would have been it:  a one night stand.  He
wanted more.  So he dug in, and kept on rimming until Joey's cries turned
to soft, almost cat like purrs.  "

"Ok Joey, now I'm gonna teach you how to do something you're gonna have
to do around here.  Just like making martinis."  Scott's eye twinkled.
"You've never  had a blow job have you?"
"No Sir.  I asked a girlfriend to do it once, but she made a sick face
and left."
"Well, I'm not leaving.  Now, pay attention, because you're gonna have to
do this to me in the future.."  Scott began to lick the back of Joey's
cock. He knew Joey was close, so he held his balls, just at the point of
pain, so he was distracted from jizzing.  "
"DAMN.  That feels different from the rimming Sir, but as good... OH
SHIT."  Scott had taken Joey's cock in his mouth.  Sometimes, gymnasts
have oversized cocks for their bodies, but not Joey.  He was very self
conscious about his 4.5 inches, but Scott never said a thing.  He just
looked up and said  "it's a beautiful dick you have Joey.  The girls who
turned you down... they missed a treat.."  Then he began to suck harder.
It didn't take long.

"SIR.  SIR.. OH GOD.... " Even if Scott had intended to move away, Joey
shot so fast he couldn't have. He kept his lips on Joey and sucked every
drop.  When he was finished, Joey began to cry.

"Hey babe.  What's wrong.  Did my teeth catch you?"
"No Sir. No.  It was just , well,  it was so great.  I never felt that
way and, well, everyone told me that I'm not supposed to feel that way
with a guy."
"It's ok to feel that way with a guy Joey.  I feel that way with guys all
the time.  " He kissed the young man and then asked "you want me to play
with your nips some more?"

"Yes sir.  Please. "
Scott straddled Joey, and got to work on his nips.  He used one hand
because, with the other one, he was jerking himself.  "Who's the
handsomest boy in college? I think his name is Joey.  Joey Schiavo.  Oh
yeah.  And you know what?  That handsome boy is in my bed.  Under me. And
he's gonna sleep with me tonight.  My little spoon.  My hot, muscular
handsome  LITTLE SPOON."  he yelled, as his own jizz fell across Joey.
He caught his breath and looked directly at Joey.  "See what you did to
me stud? See how the old man just blew a load?  Maybe as big as yours."

"Nah, I don't think so Sir"  Joey joked.
"NO? You don't think so?  REALLY?  Joey was trapped under Scott, so he
couldn't get away when he began tickling his ribs.

"OK, OK.  It was big.  It was  huge.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  Please. Stop Sir.
Please.  I came in my pants, I don't want to pee in the bed."  Scott did
stop.  "how about YOU give ME a kiss, Joey?"  Joey sat up, and this time,
he pushed HIS tongue into Bill's mouth.
"MMMMM.  Good.  You're a fast learner.   You tired Joey?"
"Yes sir.  I am.  I'm very sleepy.  "

"Ok, how about I clean you off, and we catch some sleep?"
"That sounds good Sir."
Bill came back from the bathroom with a warm cloth.  He sponged down
Joey.  His touch was better than the masseur at the gym, and Joey purred
again.
"You're like a pussy cat, Joey."
"My sister used to say that, Sir.  She called me an alley cat though."
Bill laughed.  "I'm sure you were.  No more alley cat for you though."
He moved the blankets aside.  "Which side do you like Joey? "

"I usually sleep on the right Sir.  "
"Good.  Get into the bed, on your side. I'm going to get in behind you.
You'll feel me, but don't worry.  If you can't trust me yet."
"I trust you Sir.  I'm just not used to sleeping with another guy."
"You want something to help you sleep?"
"Not yet Sir.  Let me see how it goes. "
"Ok, handsome." Scott got into the bed. "This is what we call spooning.
The way two spoons lay against each other in a cabinet.  I'm the big
spoon, and you're the little one. Good night, spoon boy."
"Good night spoon Sir."

Joey did NOT have any trouble sleeping that night.  In fact, he had the
best night's sleep he had had in a long, LONG time.