"Billy Gets Dad's Job Back, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Authoritarian
Billy grunted and growled out, "Hey Dude, I admit that feels good and it's the first time I every did stuff, but..."
"You're feeling guilty, huh?"
"No, but don't get your feathers mussed up, I have to take a wicked piss. Can we hold off on this? Where's the John?"
"I'll tell you if you promised that we can pickup where we left off. I have a new trade to make with you. "
Billy now almost in pain with his knees locked to keep from spilling said, "Hold everything. Where?"
"Right in the corner there, the black door, just press the button."
Billy almost limped over and pressed the button. A few drops dripped on his leg. The door swung open and revealed a spiffy chrome and black bathroom. He crossed to the commode and lifted the seat and leaned over and let it fligh. His heavy stream splashed noisily against the water and his grateful sighs filled the room. His piss seemed to last a log time but soon the stream lessened and he grabbed his slightly hard prick and shook it to be sure there was no drops on the circumcised head.
He went to the black sink and washed his hands and then dried them. He could have ended the visit but he was a little reluctant to face the decision he'd have to make once Conrad continued his onslaught which Billy wasn't sure he could resist. The young Conrad was really exciting with his sleek body and pale perfect skin.
To delay further, Billy looked over the room. Across from the toilet was a large panel. He had no idea what that was for and he idly pressed his palm on the center. There was a slight rumble and the entire panel slid up. Billy's eyes widened as he realized that the space revealed a photo gallery and the subject of the photos was himself.
To his amazement there were shots of him as a little boy, others in grade school. One showed him peeing in the boys room, another at college, naked,, putting on his wrestling gear in the locker room. There was a snap of him with Sally, a friend girl at the high school prom. Where did these come from? What was this all about? Was the slim, seemingly masterful Conrad obsessed with Billy? If so, Billy had a way out of the exchange of intimacies controlled by the powerful boy, in a turnabout. Billy's new knowledge changed everything. He stepped confidently out of the bathroom, a faint smile on his face.
"You shit, you found the gallery," said Conrad in a worried voice.
"Yeah, I did, and you are some sick fuck."
Conrad's head hung down. "True, you have been my wet dream boy since I was a kid."
"What were you planning here, today?"
"I planned to see how it went. I had something to trade and so did you."
"What exactly were your next moves?"
Conrad relaxed a bit, realizing that this sexy boy was interested. "I wanted to pickup where we left off, to give you a rub off but stop just before you came and then try to convince to you allow me to fuck you."
"And what would I get out of it?"
Conrad smiled archly, "A good fuck you would love, and complete reinstatement of your father."
"Well my father's future is paramount in my mind, but I am beginning to enjoy this gay sex stuff. I'd like to take it a step further."
He moved over to a long padded bench in front of the couch. He sat down and splayed his hairy wrestler legs, his blunt heavy cock beginning to fill with blood. He beckoned Conrad.
"Get undressed and come over and give me some cock action until I am really stiff and hard."
Conrad's face slipped into a grin. He was pleased that his seduction of his sexual fantasy boy was proceeding. He slipped off his silk pants and shirt easily and revealed his perfect body with its smooth sleek plains and smooth skin. His long, thin prick seemed to reiterate his body. It stretched out in yearning and formed a long arch, the tip already wet with precum.
Billy beckoned again. Conrad thought it was a little too bossy, but he went between the boys legs, in position to wank him to submission. His eyes opened wide as he felt Billy's muscular legs scissored him into a strangle hold. He was helpless.
"You still have your hands, get busy."
In spite of his annoyance at being pinned into position, he tenderly touched Billy's leaping cock and lightly swept this hands up and down the hot shaft.
Billy's eyes closed in ectasy. He had never realized that being wanked by a hand other than his own was fabulously exciting. He was fast sinking into preparation for a mighty cum when he regained control.
He voice hardened and he assumed the commanding voice of a wrestling coach. "Stand up, face me and sit on my cock."
Conrad's face suddenly looked like a kid of ten. His lower lip shook and he emitted a quick sob. "I've never done that. I mean, I've fucked a few guys, but I'm a virgin."
"Good, it's time you learned a little humility. Get you legs apart and sidle up on my legs and face me and slowly lower yourself on my tool."
"I'll give you all you want. Your father can have his old job back and even get a raise if you stop this right now."
"Are you sure?" Billy said as he reached around and rubbed his finger on Conrad's hairless pucker."
The slim boy's eyes rolled up in his head and his mouth slackened. "Ooooh."
"You like it boss boi?"
Conrad nodded yes.
"You want my prick in your hot hole, don't you?"
Again the now docile Conrad nodded yes.
"Maybe I will and maybe I won't. I may just throw you back on the floor and get dressed and leave, unless...."
"Unless what?," Conrad painfully said.
"Unless you grant full restitution including lost wages. Then I'll agree to fucking you."
"Yes, yes, anything. Fuck me Billy, please, I'll dying here."
"Okay Connie girl."
He put his large wrestler hands at Conrad's bony waist and lifted him into position so that Billy's cock was just at the pulsing yearning pucker ring. Conrad was moaning, caught helplessly in his blinding desire to be possessed.
Billy's cock head was now resting firming against Conrad's anus. He could feel the pulsing of the entrance. Conrad was now facing him. Conrad's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his face was scrunched up in a combination of fear, embarrassment and passion
Billy pushed upward and lodged his cock head just inside the blond's hot hole. He was facing Conrad and Conrad's eyes flew open in surprise and alarm. He knew now that he was going to be fucked.
Billy watched Conrad's face with fascination as he slowly pushed his fat cock upwards. He realized that he was getting a small bit of help from Conrad as he pushed downward.
Conrad's face was frowning and creased with worry as the strange new sensation, but when he, at last, settled down on Billy's pubes and the whole salami was inside, his expression gradually changed and the worried look became one off calm enjoyment. When Billy pulsed his cock, Conrad wiggled his ass and smiled happily. He was into it. He was a fuck boy.
Lifting Conrad's waist with his strong arms, Billy used him like a fuck-flashlight. He felt his rising excitement as the hot ass track massaged his cock. His passion was fueled by Conrad's soft moans and "uhs". Soon they entered a reciprocal motion, both pushing themselves to feel the most sensation, reaching for that ultimate feeling. Billy's dark brown eyes started into Conrad's blue ones, making love with their bodies and their eyes.
Suddenly Billy felt Conrad's ass hole fluttering around his cock. The boy was orgasming before ejaculation. Billy felt his prick expand and then drawn inward. A moment later he cried out as his cock began spitting hot jism. Conrad bawled out and long moan and then Billy felt hot cum sliding on his belly.
The two young men tightened their embrace and came together, for those moments they were in love. At last the intense moment morphed to panting satisfaction and they held on a moment longer until it was safe to breath and allow normal awareness to close in.
To Billy's amazement, Conrad leaned forward and kissed him. Billy kept his control or the moment. "You'll have the Personnel Director call, yes?"
"Yes, and we'll do this again, yes?"
When Billy got home, his Dad was dressed in a business suirt and all smiles. "You'll never guess the call I got a while ago."
"No, tell me about it."
His father told him that they needed him at the company and that he was back with a raise, "And then I got calls from two directors who hinted that I might be considered ffor CEO. "They are not happy with young Conrad. They think he's a fuck off.".
"I bet they're right."
End of story