Dave's boi Julian
Hi! I'm Dom Dave, I'm 32 years old. This is the first of a series of stories about the subs I've broken in.
If you're a Dom, call me Dave.
If you're a sub, call me Sir. Make sure a Dom or Master has given you permission to read this story.
If you're neither . . . . . really?
- The Hook-up
I was away for a few days at a yearly work conference being held in Atlanta this year. We had meetings all day but our nights were free. I'd been thinking of hitting one of the gay bars in town, but for the first night I decided to check out bar in the hotel lounge. Much to my surprise, a nice young man was there just waiting for me to find him. Right away, I spotted an adorable young fellow in a corner by himself nursing a drink and looking around with wary eyes that hinted of hunger. He was a twink with black hair that looks like it could have been styled by his mother before he left home. Younger than I usually prefer, but when I'm on the road I tend to lower my standards.
I got a drink and sat with my back to the bar with my legs spread. I caught him sizing me up. The minute he realized I was watching him he started chugging his drink, like he was going to make a hasty escape back to his room. I had to act quickly.
"It's okay, you know," I said to him in a calm voice as I approached his table. "Nothing to be ashamed of, guy, looking at me the way you were. In fact, I'm flattered that you were checking me out. My name's Dave, and I think you and I have something in common. May I join you?"
He nodded, obviously nervous as hell. "Take a deep breath and see if you can relax a bit. It's safe here. All the other guys in here have their eyes set on the women. Let's face it, none of will be happy if we have to sleep alone tonight. No one notices a sweet young guy like you who has an eye for what's between a dude's legs."
He closes his eyes and does what I said, breathing deeply. When he opens his eyes, I'm already seated across from him at his table. "I'm . . . I'm not very good at this," he says to me. I chuckle then smile at him. "I'd bet you're from a place where there aren't many guys like us," I say, wanting him to know that I'm as much of a queer as he is, that we're both in the same boat.
"No. And oh, I'm not here for those meetings you're at."
I realize that I still have my ID tag on my suit jacket. I take it off.
"So what does bring you here?"
"Family wedding. I'm actually here with my parents. Isn't that pathetic for a guy my age?"
"Which is . . . "
"22. Only graduated last May."
Oh my. Younger than I usually get interested in. "Well, congratulations to you . . . . You know my name is Dave, but I didn't catch yours name since you don't have a tag on."
"J J ... Julian. My family calls me Julie, but I guess I should get rid of the boy's name and become an adult."
"Hey, it's okay, Julie or Julian. Some guys always remain boys no matter how old they are.."
"How so, Dave, if I may ask?"
"Well, I'm from, New York City, where there are lots and lots of us around. The word "boy" is a kind of code word the men in my crowd use. We're all men, but some of us are really "boys," meaning somewhat submissive. I have several friends my age—10 years older than you—who are still known as boys. Dudes who prefer being on their knees most of the time."
That gets a rise out of him. "Was only on my knees once," he tells me, then blushes. Adorable!
"And do you think that's a place you should rightfully be more often?" I ask.
He nods, blushing. "I went to a small Catholic college where it wasn't really very safe to come out. I had a crush on my roommate but didn't let anything happen until senior year and by that time we had private rooms. That was a relief because I was driving myself crazy wanting him, wanting to do something, anything at all."
"And so how did you end up on your knees before him?"
"Senior year, shortly before we all moved out, Tommy—that's his name---came to my room one night and told me he knew I'd always been hot for him. He said it was okay, but I was a fucking nervous wreck. This guy could have beaten the shit out of me. I tried to deny it, but he stood there with this weird smile on his face, pulled down his fly and took it out of his pants. `Come on, J, you can have it. Consider it a graduation present. From me to you and from you to me. Shit, dude, I want to be in your mouth as much as you want me in yours. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Sorry I never took advantage of it all year. So come on, Julian. Give us both something to remember long after we leave this place."
"And you got down on your knees like a good little faggot?"
He winced at the word. I shouldn't have been so blunt "I don't mean anything insulting like that. It's just the way we talk back home where things are a lot more open. I decided right then and there I was simply not going to come on to this innocent fellow as the Dom I am. So where are you from, anyway?" I ask, diverting his attention to the F word that slipped out by habit.
"North Dakota. I didn't really get on my knees at first. I was sitting on my bed. He walked right over to me and stood there. His dick was just a little lower than my head. I took it in my hand---the first time I ever held some dude's dick. I almost shot in my pants from the feel of it.
"`Hey come on, Julian. Don't be shy. You can put it in your mouth, good buddy. This is your big chance and I'm giving it to you free and clear to enjoy.' So I slid off my seat. Next think I know I'm really on my knees and after a couple awkward moves, there I was sucking my friend's cock. Wow, did it feel good to be doing that! Better than I even imagined. Oh shit, I'm talking too much. Sorry."
"I like hearing you tell me your story, boy. (!!!) I'm sure I'm probably one of the few people you could ever tell it to."
"The only person, Dave, and I have to thank you for that."
"So anyway, I'm glad your first time was someone you cared for a lot."
He chuckles. "We're still friends even after that. Talk almost every week. He got a job in Kansas so I don't know if we'll ever get together again. He says he's straight but he'll always have `something special' for me to enjoy if I ever get a chance to go visit."
"Oh, nice. You really lucked out, Julian. Your first time was under perfectly safe circumstances."
"First time and last time, sadly enough."
"Kansas isn't that far from where you are, is it, boy? I'm completely ignorant about that part of the country."
He reacted to what I called him. Gave me a look like it registered. After all, I told him I tend to call submissive guys "boy."
"It would be about a ten hour drive from my parents' place to his, Sir."
I note that he used the "S" word unbidden. I intensify my eyes briefly . "Tell you what, Julian? I'm in room 555—easy to remember. I'll be here the next three nights. I'm going up now to shower. I'll be in for the rest of the night just playing on my phone. Stop by if you feel like getting down on your knees again."
I finish my drink, say goodbye and leave the lounge. Forty minutes later there's a light knock on my door. I answer in my boxer briefs. "Come on in, Julian. I'm glad you decided to stop by. Good boy."
Neither of us got much sleep that night. Poor Julian kept apologizing that he wasn't very experienced and I'm probably used to excellent cocksuckers. I told him I'm a good teacher so not to worry. I coaxed him to strip himself down and get up on the bed with me.
"I'm betting that no one's ever given you a blowjob. Is that the case?"
"No, Sir, Never," he said and the lovely blush appeared, so endearing to me. "Listen, Julian, we're all born virgins. A lot of guys a lot older than you haven't had any experience either, believe me. So anyway, I'm going to teach you how to give a good blow job—by example. So just lie back, close your eyes if you want, and relax. I'm going to take care of you for a while. Then you can get down on your knees if you want and then do to me what I was doing to you. So let's see what happens, okay?"
Now I got a lusty smile out of the boy. Already he's getting a lot more than he bargained for. I gave him the best blowjob I knew how to give; I'd been trained the same way by an Uncle who took my virginity by him blowing me, then stopping short of letting me cum. I did the same thing to Julian, and, of course, he groaned in frustration when I stopped.
"No way, boy. If I let you cum now you won't be able to do what you came here to do. I come first tonight, boy. Then, if you're good, I'll let you shoot your load. Deal?"
He agreed. I remind myself to be careful, not to talk like the Dom I am. Don't want to scare the kid away. Sure enough, Julian gets up off the bed and down on his knees. It seems that's how he'd always pictured himself. Well, guess what? Julian is a natural-born cocksucker. All it took was just a bit of coaching.
Damn. Not only did the kid suck my dick, by the time he headed back to North Dakota he got himself a taste of every inch of my body and couldn't get enough of it. Before we had to finally say goodbye I gave him a list of some cities that would be good possible places to move to. Told him I'd help him out if he decided to try NYC, even told him he could stay with me for a while until he got settled.
Six, almost seven months later, I heard from him. He decided to take my advice. He'd done some investigating on the Internet and even sent out a couple feelers about finding a job in his field. Julian obviously had a lot going for him because he had several offers for Zoom interviews.
One potential employer offered to fly him into town for in-person meetings with the associates on the team he'd most likely be training and working with. Like I said, this guy was obviously no slouch. Since he had just graduated, my thought was that they were hiring him on the basis of the potential they saw in him. Little did I know at the time just what kind of potential they were looking for.
Julian asked me not to say anything more about his professional life. so mum's the word unless you decide you want to write some fan fiction and come up with the whole story about Julian's career. I did ask whether he'd be completely out or would he have to live with a secret like he did back home. He said he was up front when he applied. It wasn't an issue in the company he was speaking with. Several of their associates were somewhere on the LGBTQIA+ spectrum. They preferred it that way.
He came in for the interviews. They put him up at the Park Plaza. Holy cow! I was impressed! He wanted to visit me while he was in town, but a couple of the gay men who on his Team offered to show him some of the "better spots" in the city. I encouraged him to go with them, knowing full well that this sweet boy was not in any way suited for the type of bars and clubs I hang out at. I'd explain all that to him some other time if the issue ever came up. Oh, I almost forgot. He told me something that has me a bit intrigued:
They guys he went out with came right out and asked, "Since you're from North Dakota, can we assume that you haven't had much experience sucking cock?"
"I was in `Frisco for a couple months, so I'm not a complete beginner, now."
"Well if you get hired, you'll get a lot of practice. Most of the so-called "straight" men we work with like to get regular blow jobs from gay associates, especially the newly hired."
Wow. Nothing like that where I work, unfortunately.
I hope Julian gets the job. I'd love to have more sweet time with him, even if he's actually vanilla. . I had certainly enjoyed nights with him back in Atlanta. The second night we were together he and me if I would away take his anal virginity—that's the way he said it. How could I turn down such an sweet opportunity? In the long run, it was a smart move on his part. I could make sure his first time probably more gentle and pleasurable than he would ever get from anyone else.
It seems that Julian had found his way into an upper class sector of corporate society. I asked him the name of the company that was thinking of hiring him. "The Firm," he told me. It already sounded like he was proud to say it. Wow! "The Firm" was one of the most respected corporations around despite the fact that it was reasonably well-known that in addition to all the wonderful work that was part of its portfolio, The Firm also had what we might call a "dark underbelly." Hence that remark about new hires giving blow jobs.
I knew that some on the Board The Firm were active in the gay BDSM sub-culture. I know a couple from parties. I've seen one of them in action in our sleaziest clubs down by the docks. I've also used a couple boys who told me that were from The Firm. It seems they were told to be sluts at sex clubs while a couple of Firm associates there would keep an eye on them so see how they handled themselves.
Little did I know that I would soon become one of those associates.
As far as I'm concerned, The Firm is making a wise investment by hiring a qualified boy right out of college because he seems to have not only professional potential but might also be turned into at least a sub if not even a slave. They intend to find out how far they can take him. During working hours, nothing ever happened, but nights and weekends were another story all together.
They've only recently been offering corporate positions to "associates" who showed promise as subs or slaves. The Firm wanted clear evidence that a sub is self-aware and understands that it might even end up as an owned slave. They don't invest anything in boys just seeking some kind of "escape" or a few thrills in D/s roleplays.
The firm hires its associates for life, I've heard, although this is not seen anywhere in official documents or transcripts of committee meetings. The truth is that there has seldom ever been an associate—they never use the word "employee"--who decides to seek greener pastures elsewhere.
Actually The Firm is the only place those greener pastures may be found. I have to say that I've been very impressed with everything I've come to learn about the Firm and their mandated culture. I'm obviously quite fond of Julian and I'm honored that they trust me even though I don't hold a position with them. Happily, this means I'll always have contact with Julian and a role to play in his life. Hopefully with him on his knees not that he realizes he's meant to be a slut.
So that's the end of the first chapter. Let me know what you think, please. Especially interested in hearing from guys who've read my other stuff. How does this compare?
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