Previously: JT is laying out summer plans for Sam. They have just discussed giving Sam a crew cut, which was an unusual thing for a teenaged boy in the late 1970s.
"I will obey you whether I like it or not," I said. "But I think I'll really like this in the long run. And I'm sure it won't bug my parents." I turned my head to smooch and lick JT's thigh. "Did you say you had a second thing you wanted to discuss?"
"Yes," JT said. "The second thing that concerns your family is how frequently you and I can get together. My parents and sister never go away and leave me at home alone. I'm glad you and I could make use of the opportunity, but it won't be happening again in the foreseeable future.
"I guess your parents are okay with sleepovers. Like the one where we met a couple of weeks ago. And like this one."
"Yes," I said. "There's no problem with me staying overnight with the Hot Shots. My parents don't know that it's the Hot Shots. But they like me making friends with responsible, upstanding students like you." I nipped at his thigh to let him know I was being funny. "They really like Wayne helping me with my trombone."
JT said, "The Hot Shots have one weekend together a month. It sounds like your parents will be okay with a sleepover like that."
"I don't see a problem, Sir."
"But you and I need to be getting together much more often. Especially this summer, when we have free time, and there are so many things that I need to teach you. We can't be together at my house or your house. I've got other places we can go, and I've got other people I want you to meet."
I responded, "So I need to give my parents a reason for my going places with you this summer. What have you been telling your parents, when you've gone off to see these other people?"
"Well, Sam, I've been doing this for a while. I usually tell my parents that I'm helping out a friend or that I'm doing odd jobs. Sometimes one of my friends will even call here and ask to talk to me about a job he needs help with."
I thought for a minute. "Maybe I could tell my parents that I'm helping you with your jobs. Are these real jobs that pay real money?"
"Sometimes," JT said. "It could be painting, yard work, moving, taking care of pets. Sometimes there is no actual job."
"So," I reasoned, "I could tell my parents I'm helping you with a job. If I actually got paid a little money that I could show them, they'd be impressed and less likely to prevent me from going."
"Great," JT said. "Whenever I get paid, I can give a share to you, and you can impress your parents. Buy them a steak dinner or something." He squeezed me between his legs to let me know he was kidding.
"Sam, there are basically two kinds of men that I want to introduce you to. The first group is former Hot Shots who provide the club with money and other supplies. I call them our `patrons.'
"The second group is men of discipline like me, who usually call themselves `Leathermen' because they often wear black leather clothes and have a lot of things made of leather. I am very focused on discipline, as you know. So I call myself a `man of discipline.' But I am generally considered a `Leatherman' in the gay community. And we have an association, a club, downtown."
JT paused a moment to let all of that sink in.
"So," I wondered, "you do stuff with the Leathermen? Like the stuff you do with me?"
"Yes," JT said. "I do a lot of that stuff. Stuff that I'm now teaching you. I didn't learn all of this stuff in the Hot Shots."
JT paused before going on, "Does this frighten you, Sam? Rule of honesty."
It took me a while to speak up. "I'm not exactly frightened. But I'm afraid that I'm going to lose you. I thought this was special, I thought it was just us. I guess..." It took me a moment to find the words. "I guess I always knew this. I knew that you learned this somewhere else. I just never really thought about it. Sir."
JT squeezed me with his legs. "You are special, Sam. You're amazing. Together we are great. I understand your anxiety. Yesterday we talked about your servicing the other Hot Shots. Now we're talking about me doing stuff with other men. But you're not going to lose me. Come sit up here next to me."
JT patted the couch, so I got up off the floor and sat next to him. He made me turn so that we were looking directly at each other, eye-to-eye.
"Sam, I try to be generous with my body, and with sex. If a guy wants to experience sex with me, I am usually happy to do it. I'm also rare because I am both a dominant guy, for the most part, as well as young. You'd be surprised how many guys are out there who want a spanking, or something like that, and they can't find someone to provide it. But I will. I want to be generous in that way.
"I also plan to be generous with your body. You are young, but you have entered manhood. You have a strong sex drive, and a strong sense of service. You are mine, but I am proud to share you with others.
JT took a breath, and then went on, "We don't hoard sex, Sam. It isn't like money. With sex, the more you give it away, the more you have. So when we have sex with other guys, either together or apart, we end up with more sex for each other. Not less.
"When Jeff was fucking you yesterday, I enjoyed watching. And you liked showing off, didn't you?"
He was looking into my eyes, and I nodded.
"Well," JT continued, "I think that once you see me in action with another guy, you will find it arousing. I think you'll be even more proud to be my boy. And it will turn me on incredibly to know you are watching me. Our bond will grow deeper and stronger. As you grow into full manhood, everything between us will become more special and more powerful."
He paused again to give me a chance to respond. We sat in silence for a minute. He was looking directly at me, but for some reason I looked away, breaking our eye contact.
"It's exciting," I said. "It's very exciting. But it's also scary. The way you talk about it excites me. Rule of honesty, Sir. I'm afraid that when I have sex with other guys, I might give them too much of myself. I'm afraid that when you have sex with someone who is more experienced than I am, you may want them more than you want me. I think you know what you are talking about, Sir. You know. But I don't. I don't always understand. I'm not refusing your plans and your desires. In all honesty, I'm excited and intrigued. But I'm also scared."
I turned and looked again into his face, and I saw only his warm smile and sparkling eyes. "Trust me," JT said. "Let me be your guide. We'll go out into the big world together. The big world is scary. For me just as much as you! But I'll be your guide. I'll poke you and prod you to help you learn. But I'll never push you too hard. Always obey the rule of honesty. And whenever you need it, just use your safe word, `tamale.' I will challenge you, but I promise to never harm you or betray you."
My eyes were watering with emotion, and I wiped them. I exhaled. It felt so good and so right.
I pulled myself together. Then I looked him directly in the eyes. "You said you'd poke me and prod me. Is that a promise?"
JT laughed hard at my mischievous response.
Our hero Sam has just finished negotiating some tricky matters with his Sir. It has been an incredible weekend so far. Sam has listened to JT's plans for the summer, and he is trusting JT to lead him to places he has never imagined. Keep reading and keep going further with Sam into this erotic adventure.
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