"Dave's boi murphy"
Hi! I'm Dom Dave.
This is the second boi I want to tell you about. The first one was Julian. His story is already posted. ("Dave's boi julian")
So anyway, here's my usual intrduction:
If you're a Dom, call me Dave. If you're not a Dom, call me Sir.
If you're a sub or slave, ask a Superior to give you permission to read this story.
If you don't know what you are, that's just fine. We've all been there at times.
And so, let's get started:
- Hey, guess what? I'm a Dom!
One day three jerks in my high school class started picking on this kid called Murphy because he got caught staring at guys' dicks in the gym showers. They accused him of getting hard and stroking himself when he thought no one was looking, but to this day he denies that ever happened. Anyway, I got really pissed off when I saw them shoving him around and calling him "faggot." I took it personally because I knew I was also queer but smart enough not to give myself away. Back then it just wasn't safe, as poor Murphy found out.
I was in good shape. I didn't like to fight but I could handle myself just fine when I needed to. I made up my mind to take this Murphy kid under my wing, so to speak. One day when they had the poor kid alone in the locker room they took his clothes away from him and pushed him out the back door (which we weren't supposed to use) and wouldn't let him back in. I heard them laughing while he was pounding on the door and crying. "Let me in! It's freezing out here!"
Nuts (actually his name was Sebastian, but everyone called him Nuts because he was fucking out of his mind) was the ring-leader. "Let's wait until the fag freezes his nuts off. Maybe then he'll fucking learn to keep his eyes to himself," he told the others. It was cold that day and the poor little kid was outside naked.
"Let him in!" I hollered. "You fucking guys leave that kid alone or I'll find a way to make your fucking lives miserable," I threatened. They knew I'd find a way to do it. Like I said, I'm not really into fighting, but I had other ways to fuck a guy over if I wanted to. My Uncle Harry was the vice-principal. They knew damn well I wasn't making any idle threat.
The four of them backed off. Let me tell you their names in case you find out they were picking on anyone else. Nuts was the ring-leader. Fat Andy was his best friend and went along with anything Nuts wanted him to do. He was fat and stupid as hell. Then there were the twins. We called them DeedleDum and DeedleDee. They were as skinny as Fat Andy was fat and couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag if they had to. For some reason Nuts liked them and let them be part of what he called his "posse." And oh yeah, their real names were Ted and Ned. Go figure. For short, we called them just Dum and Dee. They liked that better than their real names.
Where was I? Oh yeah: right away I opened the door and let Murphy in. He was shivering like crazy and his dick was shrunk to the size of a baby carrot. Yeah, I noticed. He was a damn good-looking kid and like I said, I was queer myself. Poor guy. Right away I got him into a warm shower (I was still naked myself) and stayed there with him until he stopped shivering. Needless to say, he was very upset and probably also embarrassed as hell because all the kids would be talking about him when Nuts and his idiot pals spread the word around that Murphy was "cock-eyed."
did. But enough about that except to say they never bothered the kid again—the "cock-eyed fag."—but the damage was already done. Fortunately, Murphy and I were both seniors. In fact, he was already 18 because he had gotten left back in elementary school. This is also very convenient because I don't have to break any of Nifty's rules by talking about someone under the age of 18. I was 18 too.
So anyway, there we were, Murphy and me, naked in the showers. Alone. It was the last period of the day and the teacher had already split, as usual, leaving us to ourselves to shower and get dressed. Most of the guys just went straight home, but there were always few who seemed to get off parading around with their dicks flopping in the air. It was fucking stupid.. On the one hand they liked showing themselves off but on the other hand, God help anyone caught looking. Dumb as hell, but hey, that's high school for you.
I took advantage of the situation by taking a good look at Murphy's naked body. Fucking kid was adorable. On the short side, nice build but not too muscular, blond hair, big brown eyes, awesomely smooth skin. A small neat blond bush around his boyish dick but no hair anywhere else except on his head and a little under his arms. And guess what? Even after all that happened, the kid still couldn't keep his eyes off my dick.
I have a nice one. Nice shape, cut (most of us were back then), a good four and a half inches soft that didn't get too much bigger when hard—probably just a little over five inches. Mr. Fundle always told me how much he liked my dick because he could get the whole thing in his mouth when he sucked me off every Saturday after his store closed. I worked there from 1 until it closed at 6, but usually hung around until almost 7.
We had a deal. I worked five hours but he paid me for eight. He would show up at closing time and settle up the register. I'd go to his office, strip all the way then sit on his desk chair with my legs spread and stroke myself until he came in and got on his knees and started licking me from my knees up my thighs, then get my balls and finally give more pleasure to my dick than I could ever give myself.
I would never jerk off on Friday night so I'd have a good load to pump into his mouth on Saturday. He liked it when I could fill his mouth and then would open his mouth to show me my creamy white load before I'd give him permission to swallow all of it down then lick my dick clean of any drops that were still oozing out of my slit.
It started when I was fifteen. I couldn't get working papers at that age so he paid me in cash and sometimes, once we got started with the whole blow job scene, he'd give me a nice "tip" while he swallowed mine (hahahaha). It didn't happen all at once, but by the time I was 18 we had the whole routine down pat. Call me crazy, but the sight of this hot man on his knees between my legs drooling over my junk turned me on so much that I'd actually get hard the minute he showed up to close the store.
I won't go into any more detail about this because basically, it was illegal until I turned 18, but I wasn't about to let anyone know. To tell the truth, I was just a little ashamed the first few months, but as time went by I realized what a good deal I had going. And I was already getting started being a Dom.
Can't explain it too well, but shit, I got high on the sense of power I had that I could reduce this hot businessman, this hot married businessman, to my own personal cocksucker. Sleazy cocksucker as it turned out. At one point he asked me to stop showering on Saturday mornings so he could enjoy "lapping up your scent," as he put it, when he buried his face between my legs and went to town on me. A couple times I tried not showering after gym on Fridays then held off until he got to lick all my sweat up on Saturday nights. My pits would smell by that point as well. I asked him a couple times to lick them clean as well, but he always refused to do it until one time I didn't strip all the way but just took my shirt off. He was surprised when he came into the office that I still had my pants on. "I'm not stripping all the way until you fucking clean my pits," I told him.
He caved. I didn't really get off on him licking the sweat from under my arms, not really, but the fucking IDEA that I had so much power over him that I could get him to do something he didn't really like doing turned me on so much that once I almost shot my load while he was chowing down on me. Eventually it was just part of the routine and I'd get naked the way I used to and even make him toy with the end of my dick with his fingers while he was sucking my armpit hair.
I used to wonder if he used his tongue on his wife the way he used it on me, but the thought of him licking between a woman's legs was such a turn-off that one time I lost my hard-on thinking about it and he had to work extra hard to get me hard again. I decided right then and there that I'd never think about anything involving females or MTFs again and I stuck to my decision. It paid off.
I never made him take off his clothes. He was in his forties and I had no interest in seeing his saggy flesh or his creepy dick. Later on I found out that it was usually the cocksucker who go naked, not the guy getting the blow job, but I really liked being naked and watching the look on his face when he took in the sight of my glorious body displayed before him, legs open, cock already leaking, and eventually saying something like
"Why don't you kneel down here and show me what your tongue can to do make me feel good," or something like that.
So anyway, all that kept up until I left for college, but I always made it a point to let the guy have another shot at me whenever I was home for vacation. By then he was always good for a hundred bucks, so it really helped with my expenses when I was back at school.
Power. I really fucking got off on it. The idea that I could walk in some Saturday night, say hello to the boy who had taken my place working there, who didn't have a clue as to what would be happening. I'd say high to Mickey—I started calling him by his first name after I got out of high school—and see the hungry look in his eyes. I'd just make my way right to his office, get naked and wait for Mickey to come crawling to me with his tongue hanging out. I didn't have to say a single word. By then I had trained him exactly what to do and shit, this idea that I had actually taught this old dude what to do, how to service me, increased my pleasure about a hundred times more than the pleasure I got stroking my own meat. Training. Another hot idea.
That day in the showers with Murphy when I caught him looking at my dick I asked him "like what you see?' He blushed and averted his eyes. "It's okay, Murph," I told him. "I'm cool. I like the way you look at my dick. I like how you like it. But listen, kid, you've simply got to stop taking showers here after gym. Everyone is gonna be looking to see if you were checking them out. Next time you get caught I might not be around to prevent them from doing something to you. Fuck, Murph, gym is last period. Just put your clothes on over your gym shit and go home to shower."
"Can't," he told me. "No shower where we live. Just a tub."
"Then come over my place after school. My parents don't get home until after 6. Plenty of time. You can shower as long as you want and I won't mind."
And, of course, I thought it would give me plenty of opportunities to check out his sweet body, maybe even to get him to try something he always wanted to try but never had the guts to ask for.
I had a bathroom attached to my room, so it was all cool. First time he came over I could tell his was a little nervous so I did what I could to put him at ease. "It's all cool, buddy," I'd tell him. "We've seen each other naked plenty of times. No need to be shy. Strip right here in my room. I'd like to watch you get naked. Really. You got a nice blond body and a cute dick. I'm as queer as you are, buddy. Do me a favor and give me a little show." I knew I was pushing my luck, but I was trusting my instinct. Over the years I learned to always trust my instinct, but this was probably the first time.
Obviously it worked. Finally I got to play a little game with him. We'd strip together. I'd take off something—like my shirt, for example—and then he'd do the same thing until we were both in our birthday suits. Then I switched the game around a little. I'd sit back on the bed with all my clothes on and order him to strip, one thing at a time, as I told him. I knew I'd hit the jackpot with this, because by the time he was naked he was also hard.
"Look at that, baby," I'd tell him. "It turns you on to do what I tell you to do. It turns you on to get naked for me while I have all my clothes on, doesn't it?" He didn't answer me, but we both knew I'd hit the nail on the head. So he'd go and take his shower. One day I took another step further. "Hey, boy (I'd started calling him boy after a while), don't jerk off in the shower. Save it so I can watch you do it later. But first I want you to jerk me off, okay? Let my dick be the first dick you ever get to play with."
When he was in the shower I'd strip myself naked so when he got out of the shower I'd be laying out on the bed, my legs spread, my fingers toying with my hard dick until he would overcome his shyness and get on the bed between my legs then milk me nicely. I'd praise the shit out of him for how good he made me feel, not only because it was true but because I had this natural instinct for saying anything I needed to say to make sure he was totally turned on by the whole scene.
Eventually, using my bit-by-bit approach, I managed to coax him to lick me all around then finally to put his mouth on my cock, then finally to actually TRAIN him how to give pleasure to my dick. He found out that he was getting as much pleasure out of it as I was, even though by then I'd trained him to keep his hands off his cock and pay all his attention to mine.
After a while he started getting tired of the fact that he rarely ever got to cum when he was with me and started whining about it. I had gotten another idea in my head one night when I was jerking off alone, that I thought I'd like to spank his pretty little behind some time. I told him I'd make another deal with him: I'd let him play with himself while he was sucking me off, as long as he didn't cum before I shot my load in his mouth and he swallowed it. Then I pushed a little farther. "If you lose control and cum before I do, I'll take you over my knees and give you a good hard spanking for being selfish."
It took him a while to get to agree with it. Finally I told him he couldn't touch himself unless he agreed to take a spanking if he "lost control." I didn't realize it at the time, but what I had done was create a situation where he started to feel guilty about cumming without me giving him permission. A perfect Dom rule, even before I realized I was well on my way to being a Dom, even before I realize there was such a thing as a Dom.
Mickey Fundle was the one to teach me the word one time after I had gotten carried away with ordering him exactly how to service me, one thing at a time. "You're becoming a real hot Dom," he told me. "Dom?" What's that?"
"It's short for Dominant. Shit, kid, you love dominating me, making me do whatever you want however you want me to do it."
"so? You like taking orders from me?"
"Definitely. You're the Dom and I'm a sub. Sub stands for `submissive.' You boss me around and I submit to you, and we both end up having a real good time because we both get what we want. You get off on dominating me and cumming in my mouth. I get off on submitting to whatever you want. We're perfectly matched."
So anyway, that's how I started learning the language.
That's enough for now. Next time I'll tell you about the first time I ever got to put my hands on Murphy's bare ass. And slap the shit out of it.
THAT'S ALL FOR NOW
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