Last summer, Sean and Greg were in a heated affair, enjoying their first tastes of sex, losing their virginity to each other. Greg was a cute, fit, sexually submissive 16-year-old. Sean, the same age, was a walking, talking Soloflex poster--the more of life he experienced, the more his ego grew. And he could readily afford a large ego, as every part of his young, immaculate body--chest, biceps, abdomen, thighs, ass, cock.everything-- was made up of smooth, hairless, muscular, flawless flesh that even Adonis and Apollo would envy. He was as hot as they come, and he knew it. The fact that he knew it only fueled his increasingly demanding ego and dominant sexual nature. Greg loved to worship Sean, and Sean thrived on having his body worshipped and his will obeyed. That summer last year, the two boys exploring the new world of sex and homosexuality were a perfect match.
After only months together, focusing their youthful, vigorous lust on each other, Sean's ego began needing more feeding than Greg alone could provide. He demanded not just one boy-toy to lust after him and pay homage to his smooth muscles, but two, three, or perhaps more. And then he branched out and tried seeing some girls, as well. He began to play, and play to the point where his first, young love, Greg, was left behind to fend for himself and find new lovers. Sean wanted to conquer new subjects and enjoy everything in life that his good looks and incomparable body earned him. What Sean didn't realize was that Greg was obediently and lustfully attached to Sean. Sean's ego blinded him at even considering Greg's feelings. However, as time moved on, so did Greg. Greg knew that he always would have a special place in his heart for Sean, but he also came to realize that he was happy to have had the time he did with Sean. There were always more fish in the sea, no matter how delicious and incredible Greg's first catch was.
And now it is the summer after their sexual awakening together. The year is 1984. Sean lives with two mutual friends of his and Greg's. Sean and Greg still work together and remain friendly. Sean's new roommates--the two straight friends--live in bedrooms upstairs from Sean in the spacious, rich, suburban townhome. Sean lives down in the vast and nicely decorated garden-level basement. Greg often came over and visited everyone, Sean included. And Sean, when he was there, always had time and kind words for Greg.
On this night, Greg was sitting on the end of Sean's bed, just two feet or so from the television screen. Sean's bed lay on the floor, without a bed frame or such, and thus was very low to the ground. Greg had wandered down into Sean's room to say hi. Sean was almost finished changing clothes in preparation for this particular Friday night's date. And tonight, his date was with a girl. Which didn't come as a surprise to Greg, but it did make him a bit jealous.
So, while the two continued to exchange some humorous barbs about work and wild jabs at coworkers, Sean splashed some cologne on his neck and bare chest. He walked back and forth in front of Greg, between the bed and the television, looking at things in his dresser then looking at things in his closet. He wore only a pair of skin-tight designer jeans and shoes. And he knew that Greg's eyes were locked onto his strong chest, powerful back and exquisite ass--which only served to make Sean happier while making Greg a touch sad, being so close to what he once had so freely and frequently but now being unable to taste.
Sean finally made up his mind on a shirt and slipped it over his bulging, smooth arms, not buttoning even one button so that the garment hung off his shoulders and exposed most of his hairless, perfect chest and abs. Sean, standing in front of his closet, looking as sexy as a 17-year-old boy ever could dream of looking, stared at Greg, who was adrift, lost in desire, staring at Sean's chest and abs--and the protruding basket wrapped in tight denim.
"Greg," was the only thing Sean said, in his low, soft-spoken, laid back voice. Greg shook his head ever so faintly and the dreamy daze he had been in lifted. To Sean, Greg at that moment must have looked like the cutest puppy dog in the litter, looking up at Sean with cute, sad eyes. Sean approached Greg, who still was sitting on the end of the low-lying bed, facing the TV. Sean turned the volume of the TV set up, filling the room with the music from a video from The Police. Sean stood in front of Greg--he towered over his submissive, former lover, who sat humbly on Sean's bed. Sean's shirt still was unbuttoned, exposing the stunningly perfect flesh of his chest and stomach; the large bulge in his tight jeans was eye level with Greg. "The door to upstairs is closed. I got about five minutes before Heather gets here," Sean said softly, evenly, almost without feeling or emotion, looking down upon his first partner.
He then matter-of-factly unbuttoned then unzipped his tight jeans. He pushed the form- fitting pants down until they eventually fell to the ground, revealing his tan, taut legs. The black bikini briefs he wore could not contain his manhood. His cock jutted out from behind the thin, skin-tight nylon material. The shaft of meat pointed straight up to his abs, the tip reaching higher than his bellybutton. Sean whispered to Greg, granting permission, almost taunting: "Worship it. Just like you used to." The volcanic force of Greg's still- burning lust for Sean burst forth. Wild horses could not have kept him off of Sean's god- like dick. And Sean knew it.
Greg dropped the very short distance from his seated position on the bed's edge down to the floor, where he knelt before his former lover. He began kissing the engorged head of Sean's cock while carefully peeling Sean's bikini briefs down his muscled thighs. As the briefs finally dropped into the bunched-up jeans at Sean's ankles, Greg wrapped his hands around Sean's firm ass, gripping a smooth, meaty cheek in each hand. He ran his tongue up and down the long, hard dick, licking and tasting the very center of his sexual universe. Squeezing and feeling Sean's hot ass, Greg went down on the massive cock, wrapping his lips securely around the slab and making his mouth like a siphon that worked to the breaking point to release the built-up priceless fluid inside Sean's meat. Greg's head bobbed up and down in Sean's crotch as Sean, still standing, smiled like the subjugator he knew he was, bracing himself against his television set, music videos still booming from the TV speakers.
But suddenly, Sean heard a rush of footsteps upstairs, and then more, and this meant Heather--the girl he was taking out tonight, a girl he knew would wind up on her knees just like Greg--had arrived. Never one to lose his cool, he said in a quiet, simple manner, "Finish it." And after a pause he added, "And don't make a mess." Greg responded by kissing the tender underside of Sean's cockhead, licking the long, rock-hard shaft of godmeat, and then clenching his lips around the beast as tight as he could as he pumped the coveted piece.
In a matter of moments, Greg felt Sean's hands grip his head, force-feeding the long, thick cock down Greg's throat. Before he could offer Sean's manhood one more obedient kiss or suck, the monster dick spasmed and began emptying its hot, creamy load of come into Greg. More often than not, when they were lovers only a year before, Sean would pull out and shoot his load of white-hot semen in Greg's face. Occasionally, Sean would make Greg drink from the dominant hunk's beautiful cock. Tonight, Greg had no choice. At first, Sean's dick was so far in Greg that the precious hot come was pouring down Greg's throat. Quickly realizing this, Sean pulled back so that his cockhead was just barely in Greg's mouth, squirting more and more hot, tasty semen on Greg's tongue and in Greg's waiting mouth. With a masculine grunt followed by a satisfied, slow moan, Sean finally hit the end of his orgasm and gently pulled his dick out of Greg's mouth. He then looked down and enjoyed the site of Greg--still kneeling, relishing the great load of valuable semen that totally filled his mouth. Greg then looked up, deep into Sean's eyes, and swallowed all of Sean's seed, as he knew he must.
"Hey, Sean! Heather's here," came the muffled yell of one of Sean's roommates upstairs. Sean pulled his black bikini briefs over his still somewhat erect cock, stuffing the gorgeous meat into the tight nylon. He casually buttoned his shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone. He then tugged his second-skin designer jeans back on, tucking his shirt in and ultimately feeling his own ass, doing this to make sure the jeans properly showed off his taut, meaty, sexy buns. He gave a quick look in the mirror, then turned on his heels and made his way for the short flight of steps up to the door that led from his garden-level abode to the rest of the townhome. Sean left Greg still kneeling, his come dripping from the corners of Greg's mouth. "If you feel like watchin' some videos and looking through my underwear drawer for awhile, go ahead. Just make sure you clean up before you leave," Sean said, giving Greg a hurried wink and flashing him the most devilishly charming of smiles. Sean climbed the steps, opened the door, then shut the door behind him. Greg heard Sean's steps above as the young hunk went to the kitchen of the townhome, grabbed his date Heather, and left.
Greg got up off his knees only to collapse on Sean's bed. He lay there listening to the music videos. Savoring the incomparable taste of Sean in his mouth. Envying Heather. Wishing he could squeeze into a micro-skirt and stockings and throw on some makeup and a wig so he could take Heather's place..
[I welcome comments, so please do write. The story is indeed true. Essentially all I did was change the names of the three people mentioned. I'd love, especially, to hear from other gay male bottoms who are very submissive, though without actually being "slaves." My e-mail address is: obedient_bottom@yahoo.com]