Previously: Sam and JT have said goodbye to Master Dave and his slave boy Chris. They are heading back home.
It was late afternoon and toasty in the Texas hills. We got into JT's little car and started our journey home. The only bad part about the day was having to leave paradise.
Of course, Master Dave had invited me back for a longer stay. JT already knew about this, because he had given Master Dave permission.
JT wanted to "debrief" on our drive home. The word "debrief" made me chuckle. It didn't mean what I wanted it to mean!
He asked me if anything at Master Dave's ranch had made me uncomfortable or anxious. I knew why he was asking, and I assured him that I had felt completely at home. My only anxiety about the visit was whether I was good enough for the couple, especially due to my youth and inexperience. I had some confidence because I knew that Master Dave liked me enough to invite me back.
JT assured me that they had both liked me very much, and that my youth and inexperience were actually an advantage that made me more desirable to them. Although Master Dave and Chris had a sex life that was Olympic in nature, they needed friends like me and JT to shake things up from time to time.
According to JT, the fact that Chris was such a perfect sex slave made things a little boring for his master. The slave anticipated Master Dave's desires so well, and could endure challenging torment so gallantly, that the sex could sometimes be predictable. It requires more effort on the part of a Dominant man to maintain his domination over such an experienced and hardcore slave.
JT advised me to avoid competing with Chris. When there were gatherings of Doms and subs, you would think the Doms would be the ones competing to establish the greatest dominance. But that was not the case, according to JT. It was the submissive guys who competed with each other to be the "best" sub, to be the lowest rung on the ladder. It was sometimes amusing for the Doms to observe.
"According to Chris," I said, "you promised Master Dave that I would be `bold and horny and mischievous.' I think Chris knows that his Master would enjoy someone like that. He did not seem to think of me as a rival. And I could never even compete with Chris in some things, much less win a contest with him. Although it might be fun trying."
"I'm sure that you'd have fun," JT said. "Because you ARE bold and horny and mischievous!"
JT then repeated something he'd said earlier in the day, when we were alone out by the bunkhouse. The Hot Shots needed a liaison to Master Dave. Right now, JT was that liaison, but he would be graduating and going off to college. I had a special opportunity with Master Dave and Chris. An opportunity to have fantastic sex, and to have some older mentors in the gay world. But the opportunity was not just for me; it was important for the Hot Shots, too. At the meeting of the Hot Shots the previous week, JT had talked about the importance of "alumni relations."
We were quiet for a little while. Some sadness was riding along in the car with us. A very fine day was coming to a conclusion, and it might be a while before JT and I could be together again.
JT broke the silence. Jim would be going on an overnight trip to Houston. He would be taking some band instruments for maintenance and repair. Since Jim did not yet have a driver's license, Dewey would be driving. JT would be sending me along with them to serve their sexual needs, provided that my parents would allow me to go. Matt, who had just become Jim's bound cadet, might also go on the trip.
The fun part would be going on a road trip and staying overnight in a motel with a swimming pool. All without an adult chaperone.
JT said that Jim was finalizing the details with Mr. Hansen, the band director. When the plans were set, JT would let me know.
We finally got back to my house, just as the sun was setting. We could not kiss goodbye right in front of the house. But just out of sight, JT gave my crotch a squeeze. His squeeze felt good, but was firm enough to remind me that he was the boss, and that my body belonged to him.
My parents were happy to see me, and they liked the peaches that Master Dave had sent. We talked about the possibility of my spending several days out at the ranch. They thought it would be fun and a good learning experience for me.
It was a quiet evening with my family. When I finally went to bed and closed my eyes, the vision of Chris, suspended in those beautiful blue ropes, stuck with me. I was captivated by the allure of a beautiful, rugged man, fully restrained and spread before me to enjoy in any way I desired. I was also aroused by the fantasy that I could someday be restrained, displayed, and laid fully open to the desires of every male in the room. Whether it was Chris in those ropes, or me, the image had a powerful hold on me.
A couple of days later, I had a nice surprise. My mom dropped me off at Wayne's house for one of our practice sessions. Wayne and I were getting together about twice a week, and I was learning a great deal about music and playing the trombone.
When the front door opened, it was Wayne, and he was only wearing cutoff jeans. He looked fine. I couldn't help but stare at his swirly treasure trail, flowing down from his navel into those faded shorts. I knew the bushy thickness that waited down there.
He told me he was alone for the day. He led me straight to his bedroom, and without even closing the door, he unbuttoned his shorts and tugged them off. They were tight enough that they didn't just fall off. And underneath he was not wearing any underwear.
He was then totally nude, and I was the one who was fully dressed. That was a reversal of things, since I was normally the first one to strip and expose myself. I quickly tore off my clothes and stepped forward. I gently took his large testicles in my hand and lifted them up and outward, admiring them.
"They're all yours to play with and lick," Wayne said. "I haven't taken a shower, so my dick will be kind of smelly. I think you like that."
I nodded affirmatively and licked my lips with anticipation. Wayne asked if I had any other special requests.
I would have loved him to kiss me deeply with his mouth and tongue, and to throw me face down on the bed and fuck the daylights out of me. I would love to feel those big eggs of his slapping against the back of my own ball sack. But I didn't think he really wanted to do those things, or at least not at this point.
I did have a special request, something that I had actually fantasized about. I complimented his thighs, and I asked him to straddle my chest and feed me his cock in that position.
Wayne's thighs enthralled me. They were long and lanky, but also had very clear muscle definition. They did not look hairy from a distance, but up close they were thoroughly covered with very delicate and fluffy strands. I yearned to caress them and kiss them and lick them. But to be pinned down by them was an even greater fantasy.
He was quite willing, so I laid flat on my back and he climbed on top of me and straddled me just like I wanted. But his erection was so rigid that it pointed upward, and not downward into my hungry mouth. He used his hand to bend it down, but that was uncomfortable for him, and his hand prevented me from getting his entire shaft into my mouth. Reluctantly, we gave up the effort.
We switched positions, with him laying on his back. I was then able to go down on him at a good angle, and I got his cock into my mouth. It was indeed sour and salty, like blue cheese. I even got a whiff of piss, which added to my excitement. Wayne's thick pubic bush also drove me wild. It seemed like his male hormones were bursting out everywhere.
While I was beginning to suck him, Wayne lifted his legs and hooked his ankles over my back. So now he was using his legs to grip and hold me. He was just doing from below me rather than from above me. I liked it.
I knew from prior experience with Wayne that he would be begin to thrust pretty hard as he approached his orgasm. I managed to get my hand around the base of his shaft to give me a little bit of a buffer. Then I slowly eased the bobbing of my head, trying to keep my jaw loose as he took over the motion.
And he did take over. Or rather, his cock took charge. Wayne was thrusting with abandon, pursuing his orgasm with athletic force. I slobbered and gagged a little, but I was able to guide his shaft with my hand, so I didn't choke.
I didn't mind the thrusting into my mouth too much, but I could not help but wish that he would fuck my ass instead of mouth. He pumped like the piston on a steam locomotive.
He finished in only a couple of minutes. His legs squeezed my back convulsively. He shot powerfully, his gooey cream clotting in the back of my throat. After one last pelvic thrust, he collapsed with a sigh. He unhooked his ankles, and his legs flopped to the bed on either side of me. I continued to nurse gently on his cock as it lost its rigidity and more of Wayne's jizz oozed out. Only a fool would let a drop of that go to waste.
After Wayne settled down and caught his breath, he lifted himself back up and straddled me again. This time his soft dick arced down perfectly into my mouth. I slowly took hold of my own cock and began to jerk it. When Wayne did not object, I started jerking myself faster and harder. I had his cock in my mouth, and I was looking up past his pubic bush, across his flat stomach, up to his broad shoulders and tousled dirty blonde hair. It was all so amazing that I quickly shot a huge load. I caught it in my hand, since my flying cum probably would have hit Wayne's back. I did not know if he would appreciate that.
I went to the bath room in the hall to clean up a little. When I returned to the bedroom, Wayne was lying on his back, hands behind his head, and cock pointed upward again. Without a word, I went down on him again and began a second round.
We did not get around to practicing our music. I was glad that Wayne so that he could turn to me for sexual release. After he shot his second load, we laid around naked on his bed for nearly an hour, talking and laughing. At points, we touched each other, and he even caressed one of my ass cheeks for a moment. That was encouraging; maybe he would even fuck me someday.
Sam has a special connection with Wayne. Even though the action isn't as hardcore as the stuff he experienced at the ranch, it's powerful because he likes and admires Wayne so much. Sam's summer calendar is filling up: a trip to Houston, getting his buzz cut at the hands of the Hot Shots, and a possible return to the ranch. Keep reading so that you do not miss any of it.
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