Editor's note - Some of you have not been happy with the presence of Michelle in the story. Warning - she is in this chapter, but it is the last chapter with her in it. Her role is to provide additional humiliation for Dave.
"In addition, you deserve a massage. Your muscles have to be killing you. But first you have a chore. With a towel on your shoulder, walk down to the men's bathroom and go in and take a shower, get rid of that sweat. You may not cover your crotch with the towel either coming or going.
"Don't worry about your shaved crotch; just tell anyone that questions it that you are on the swim team. And I would go now while your cock is soft."
"Why don't you use the dorm shower," I asked, not in a mean way.
He chuckled, "When I wasn't staying in your room, I used it all of the time. And I always walk naked to it and back. Now grab your soap and head out."
I grabbed a towel, threw in on my shoulder and opened the door and with a deep breath, headed out into the hallway and right into the RA. Shit, fuck, damn!
"Hey Dave, how's it going? I mumbled something about off to the shower. "Well I don't mind your attire," he said with a grin, "but remember that visiting hours are still on and you are liable to run into a woman or two on the floor."
I blushed, nodded, and scooted past him. I felt his eyes on my back. Was he checking out my ass?
And of course, I did run into two girls with their boyfriends in the hall. The girls giggled and I blushed and one guy said, "Hey Dave, visiting hours aren't over yet. Nice shave job, Dave!" I just headed towards the shower, before my dick got hard, but not before I was crimson again.
I made it into the showers and got under the hot water and used the soap in there to lather up my body. I looked around the showers and they reminded me of what I thought prison showers should look like - very utilitarian, one big long bank of shower heads in a cement room. Fluorescent lights on overhead.
I also thought back on the last three hours and what had gone on. I had been restrained and then tortured. Every muscle in my body ached as I washed it. It was all about control. Bobby was always saying that. Controlling myself both when I am sucking or being sucked. Being fucked or fucking, although I had only fucked Michele and I definitely wasn't in control there.
I was standing there in the spray thinking about all this when a guy from the floor came in, took off his robe and hung it up with his towel. He came in and chose a shower several down from mine. He began soaping up and all. I found myself looking him over. Studying his body. He had very dark hair on his legs and arms and chest and his cock hung down over his balls and OH shit. I was doing it again. I was checking out a guy.
But then I thought, yeah, I like checking out guys! I just don't want to get caught doing it. The guy would probably beat the shit out of me. I watched as his lathered his dick and balls and the soaped his ass. I had to turn away; I was going to get hard watching him take care of his body. I did lick my lips as I stuck my head under the shower and got one more blast of hot water.
I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel and began drying myself, for the second time this evening. Just as I was finishing up, the guy came out to dry off as well. I did this big thing of drying my hair so I could look at him while he used his towel on himself. I smiled to myself and thought I would like to be his towel.
Those thoughts were going to lead to a hard on and I still had to make it back to my room. I went off to my place in the Sierras for a bit and then when I was ready, I put my towel on my shoulder and headed back to my room. This time when I passed someone I just nodded and tried not to blush. I think I managed that once.
As I knocked on the door, I marveled at what I was doing and where I had come from and my cock started to swell again. I had just passed people in the hallway completely naked. Oh Shit! And the humiliation and shame swept over me again and my cock swelled. I was eager for Bobby to open the door. He did, looked at me and smiled.
He was wearing some boxer briefs - mine probably - and looked so hot in them. I closed the door after I came in. He asked me how it was and I told him all about it. He questioned me in great detail about what the man looked like that was in the shower. He watched my cock as I discussed it and smiled and it swelled and bobbed.
He asked me about walking naked in the hallway, and I had to explain that I did it and then afterwards how I felt and how it hit me. He smiled and nodded.
"Work on your journal now and then I have one more reward for you."
I sat and typed and typed and typed as I thought back on all that had happened to me during the day. Wow, a lot had happened and my mind reeled at what changes I had made in my thoughts and ideas in a day. I had accepted so much about myself and done so many things and tried and pushed and stretched every part of my mind and body.
It just seemed to pour out. I would think of something and go back and edit and add. I looked up and realized that nearly an hour had passed since I started. I leaned back and looked over at Bobby. He was sitting on the bed in his boxer briefs reading. Again, I had to think how gorgeous he looked.
"Okay, one last thing before you go to bed. Lay down on your stomach over here on the bed." I saw that the sheets had been changed. I lay down wondering if I was going to be chained again and/or if I was going to be fucked.
He turned off most of the lights and hit the sound. Some light jazz started playing and then Bobby moved up and sat on the side of the bed. I heard something snap and then some sort of liquid sound. Then I left his warm hands on my back. His hands had some kind of oil on them and he was massaging my muscles.
At least one hand was always in contact with my skin as he worked across and down my back. It was so great and relaxing. He really knew how to do this. At least I thought so. I had never had a massage before, but he seemed to be working each section of my body as he massaged me.
After he did my back, he did my shoulders and then arms. He continued to apply the warm oil to me as he worked my muscles. He then moved down and did the backs of my thighs and calves. I was zoning in an out. I think I fell asleep at one point; I was getting so relaxed.
He did my butt and massaged it deeply. It wasn't erotic at all, and I think I realized that my cock had gone down. He quietly told me to turn over and he started on my chest and followed the same pattern, doing my whole body. He even massaged my temples and my scalp.
Finally, he finished and I didn't want him to stop. He let me lie there for several minutes then came over and ran his palm along my face, almost caressing it and said, "Okay, you can sleep now, but move over." He moved in beside me when I moved over and then he said, "Good night!"
Dreams, erotic, crazy dreams rushed through my head all night. Cocks and dicks, paddles and padlocks, asses and elbows, they seemed to all run together. Bobby said that I tossed and turned all night long.
All I know is that I woke up to feeling something cold and wet on my asshole. I lay there for a moment and felt pressure on my hole and something slipped in. My eyes snapped open and I looked over my shoulder and gasped. Michelle was behind me smiling. She had her hands on my hips. I turned more and could see that she had something strapped around her waist and it ended in what had to be a dildo that was trying to get into my ass.
I heard Bobby say, "Raise up a little for her, so the angle will be better." I moved up onto my knees and wondered what the fuck was going on. I wasn't awake enough to process what was happening. As I got up on my knees, with my head still down, I felt it slide further into my ass and clamped down on it. Oh Fuck!
"Michelle asked, that since you had fucked her, if she could fuck you. I told her it would be okay." I looked at Bobby and saw him with that smile of his.
"You are so hot and I just loved the way Bobby had you doing all those things in front of me. I just had to get a chance at your ass as well." Michelle said as she leaned over my back and licked one of my ears.
I relaxed my ass a bit and felt it slide past that button in my ass that gave me so much pleasure and realized my cock was hard and enjoying this. I wasn't. I was so humiliated and turning every shade of red. Being fucked by a woman! Shit! I felt so ashamed as she pushed all the way in. She then took hold of my hips and began to move it in and out of my ass.
Her talk of me being hot; didn't really seem like she could be talking about me. I was not a hot guy. Bobby was. And her liking seeing him doing those things to me, well I guess that meant that she liked seeing a guy humiliated. And when I moaned when she hit that spot again, she kept it right around there sliding it in and out, constantly stimulating that place. It was driving me crazy.
I didn't want to be pleasured by this, but the sensations in my ass were ruling my cock. My mind kept fighting the nature of the act. I found myself thinking that being fucked by a man, even Bobby using a dildo on my ass, was fine, but having this done by a woman, it was as bad as, well, being fucked by a dog, I thought. I couldn't imagine anything lower.
I hid my face in the pillow as she continued to pound my ass and increase friction over that spot. My ass clinched around the shaft of it and it worked in and out of my ass, like my ass knew what to do, even if I didn't want to do it.
I think Bobby was directing her, or she had done this before because she began to speed up again driving me wild with the intensity of the stimulation there. I was clutching the covers and moaning and I didn't want to moan, I didn't want to enjoy this. But shit, it felt so good in there.
Damn it! Bobby kept doing this to me, making me feel good about myself, rewarding me and then taking me to what I considered the depths of depravity. Showing me that I liked it, needed it and wanted it. Fuck, I was messed up.
I knew if she kept it up much longer that I was going to lose it and I didn't want to. I tried to think of anything else. I didn't want my body to respond. I seemed to be able to come down a bit, but then she changed the angle and my cock started dripping again. I had become some kind of slut, wanting my ass fucked no matter what.
Finally, I said, "Please stop!" I couldn't believe I had said that. And she actually did quit moving.
Bobby came around where I could see him and he looked me in the face and said, "Why?"
I could feel tears running down my face again. "Bobby, I can't do this, it feels so wrong!" I was pleading. He saw the look in my face.
"You think that being fucked by a woman is worse than being fucked by me or by me with a dildo?" he asked incredulously.
I hated to say this in front of Michelle; it was even more humiliating. "Yes, Sir."
"You don't think that you can get off with her fucking you, is that it?"
Fuck, he wasn't making it easy at all for me. "No, I am afraid to get off with her doing that to me." I was talking as if she wasn't there.
"Why?"
"Bobby, I hate to say this with her here." I pleaded with my eyes.
"It's okay. Go ahead and tell me." Bobby said.
Michele said, "Yeah, I want to hear this."
"It feels bad, it feels humiliating, it feels like the lowest thing I could do in my life, I feel so debased, so low, so unclean, so, I don't know!" Tears rolled down my face as I tried to explain to Bobby. All the while Michelle still is in my ass.
"I don't understand. You like things in your ass, right?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And you liked to be fucked, right? I mean you have asked me to fuck you at least twice, right?"
"Yes, Sir," and blushed as I admitted these things in front of Michelle.
"So what is the problem?"
"Bobby, Sir, I feel strange, like I am being judged, like I am being put down, abused and used. Yes, before you ask, I like that stuff." I said that? "But this feels worse than anything I have done and yes, I am afraid I will cum with her fucking my ass. And that makes me wonder what it makes me if I cum with a woman fucking me with a dildo attached to herself." Man, I couldn't believe I said that and got it all out. I was so emotional about this. And it was really getting to me.
"So it would be okay, if she pulled out and I went in and she watched while I fucked you and you came from having my cock in your ass?" Shit! Put that way, I felt really low and knew I was turning a deep red because I could feel the heat of it as it washed over my face and down my body.
I looked up at him and said, "Yes, sir." I couldn't believe I was agreeing to this.
"After all our talks about not caring what people think and doing what feels good for you, as long as you are not hurting someone. And you agreed to all of that. You still feel that way?"
"Yes, Sir."
He looked at Michele and then at me. Michele said, "That only makes me want to fuck you more!" She said, pushing in a bit. "I like that hot ass of yours." She swatted my ass cheek.
"Okay, then here is what we are going to do." He looked at me, like he was thinking about it. "Turn over and lie on your back." I started to pull off of her. "No, let her stay in you if she can." Redness washed over me again and I closed my eyes and tried to turn over.
"No, open your eyes." Bobby said, as I rolled onto my back with Michelle's dildo still inside me. I looked up and blushed at her as she smiled at me and pushed it a bit further into me. My legs were now spread and pushed back from either side of her. I looked at Bobby, wondering what he was going to do. I was not comfortable with this at all. I mean, I hadn't been comfortable in many of the situations he had put me in, but I was finding this difficult.
I mean fucking a woman or being fucked by Bobby with a dildo while she watched, was different. Both had humiliated me, but this just felt so different, I didn't know why.
Bobby had removed his shorts and climbed up on the bed with us, straddling my chest. He looked down into my face and said, "Okay you are going to get through this. I know you can. So to help you, I will feed you my cock while she fucks you." I looked and saw his cock swelling. My mouth watered for the taste of his cock and almost overwhelmed my mind, but I still knew what he said. She was going to fuck me, still.
He leaned over then and let me have his cock. I felt her begin to move in my ass again. My cock was already rigid and had oozed, but it jerked several times as she slid all the way in again. I began working on Bobby's head, enjoying the feel of it in my mouth and its taste. I could taste piss and his musk and just him. The head of his cock swelled in my mouth as I whirled my tongue around it.
"Wow, I get to fuck one hot ass and look at another one while I do it!" Michelle added which made me blush again. She would be able to plainly see my reactions, by watching my cock. Shit, I had no secrets!
It became a fog of lust soon, the sensations in my ass and Bobby's cock in my mouth. I got past or forgot or something who was in my ass and concentrated on Bobby's cock and the sensations in my ass. I had a flash of her seeing my cock react to her fucking my ass and blushed. And I think another tear leaked out at that moment, but I went back to Bobby and his cock.
Unlike last night, he let me do the work this time. He didn't so much fuck me as let me suck him. I didn't have a lot of head movement so he did move in and out, but it was more in my time than his. If I wanted him to speed up I moved my head faster and then he moved faster and deeper.
It was all having an affect on me and I felt myself heading for that point again. I had learned last night, all to well, what this felt like and meant. I knew then that I could back off, if I let up on Bobby's cock. It wasn't JUST the feeling in my ass; it was my feelings and the sex and lust associated with what I was doing.
I started moaning around his cock and bucking my hips to increase the feelings in my ass. Bobby was increasing his speed as well. And I knew I was close and wanted it. I was moaning around his cock and he was grunting as he pistoned his cock in and out of my eager mouth.
Then I felt it hit and I writhed and groaned and shot. Bobby had to have sensed it as well, because soon he was filling me with his hot cum as I covered his back with mine. Michele kept up on my ass, until I wasn't shooting anymore.
I swallowed all of his cum and sucked his dick until I heard him hiss, knowing it had reached that sensitive stage and let him pull out. He moved down and then off of me and I looked up as Michele removed it from my ass. I went red again.
"So how does it feel to be fucked by a woman?" she asked rubbing my humiliation in my face.
I couldn't answer.
"Well, you don't have to answer, because I can see the results of it all over the place." She traced a finger along my stomach and I blushed again.
"Bobby, thanks for letting me have a go at him," Michelle said as she moved off of the bed. "I am going to be late for class, I have got to run." She pulled off the straps that held the dildo on and gave it to Bobby. He took it and she slipped into a dress.
"You know he is better than any of the other boys you have had," she said as she leaned in and kissed Bobby on the cheek. She looked at me and smiled and I blushed again. She flipped Bobby's cock with her hand.
"If you need me to help with one of your boys, you just call me. You know how I like these kinds of kids." She looked over at me on the bed, smiled again and said, "But this one. Wow, this one is the best! Let me know when I can come over again!"
I don't know why but this only added to my humiliation to know that Bobby had done this with other guys and that she was comparing me to them. I felt that jealous streak again and fought to control it. However, she was leaving and I was still here. What was I saying? This was my room!
"Get up lazy bones," Bobby said with his usual smile. He was not even going to comment on the actions. However, I saw that he was at the computer and that meant that he had recorded the whole thing again! Fuck me! Was I just an experiment for him?
"Put on your running shorts and trainers and let's go," he said as he pulled on his running shorts. "We have to get you all warmed up and stretched out for you big night tonight." Dammit! Would he quit talking about that?! It didn't help my nerves at all. This was worse than meeting the family of a girlfriend. This was Bobby's uncle. And I was imagining all kinds of scenes as I met him for the first time.
Would he approve? Would he make me do things? Bobby had hinted that I would. What would he make me do? Would I do them right? Would I be able to control myself? Bobby always went on about how his uncle was into control. All I knew was that Bobby seemed to have total control over me. He managed to get me to do whatever he asked, no matter what.
"You are worrying about tonight, aren't you?" Fucking mind reader again!
"Yes, Sir." I said almost automatically.
"Well, don't. It will be what it will be and there is nothing you can do to change it. You will make it through; I know you will. So there is nothing to worry about." He smiled again. "And you are doing much better with the Sir thing. Make sure you do not forget to answer both him and me that way and start every answer with Sir." He looked at me again as I put on my trainers. They were wet inside!
"Yes, Sir," I said trying to figure out why my trainers were wet. I couldn't remember being in water or rain with them. I pick up one and smelled it. Piss! He had pissed in my trainers or he had poured some from the bottle! I looked at him, he smiled and I sat and put them on.
They squished as I walked on them out of the room and as we walked down the stairs and out of the dorm. Once again, my cock was hard and trapped in my shorts pointing to the right. I followed Bobby out and he set an easy pace to begin with and once again, I was enthralled with the muscle movement in Bobby's back, ass and legs.
After several minutes he stopped and had us stretch our legs. Then without a word, he turned and headed off up the jogging trail. Once again he set a pace that took everything I had to maintain. Between watching his backside and trying to keep up with him, I just was in that zone of running behind Bobby.
Eventually, after some indeterminate time, he began to slow and I saw that we were at the forest again, but in a different part than I recognized. Bobby turned to me as I was breathing hard and said, "Strip."
I took off my shorts and then he told me to remove my trainers as well. I stood now in the forest naked and blowing, trying to catch my breath. He started walking, to walk off the run and cool down. I was very aware that I was naked, hard and walking around in the open. My heart pounded from running and from the risk and edginess of the situation.
He walked for a bit and I followed him, sometimes stepping gingerly as we got into some sharp edged rocks. Finally, my breathing was under control and we were in a glade of some sort. Bobby stopped and turned to me. He looked me up and down. He walked over and ran his hand over my crotch. "We need to get you shaved again before tonight.
"Okay, you get to cum one more time today, prior to this evening. And I will give you a choice. Do you want me to fuck you until you cum? Or do you want to jack off here while I watch?" I swallowed and was nervous and excited about either prospect. Doing either outside in the open was going to be a rush.
I was overwhelmed and had a difficult time deciding which one and my cock twitched and bobbed with expectation. I looked at him and my body ached for contact with him. "I want you to fuck me." I swallowed again and my heartbeat picked up the pace. "But can I ask you a question first?"
"Sure, but you are getting lax on Sir, again."
"Sir, what is going to happen tonight? You keep talking about it like it is some huge event, test or approval process or something. What is going to happen to me?"
He chuckled. "I can't tell you what is going to go on. But it is sort of like a test. My uncle, will test how you handle situations, some things that you have done and some new things. It is also a test of me. How well have I trained you - that's the Sir thing - what you can do and how you do it. Does that help?"
"No, that only makes me more nervous. I wonder what happens if I don't pass? What will that mean about me? What will that mean about you? What will become of the two of us?" I had said that out loud?!?
"You will do fine. What will be, will be, and there is nothing you can do, but do what you know you can do and take it all and do your best."
"How will I be tried and tested? I mean will I have to suck someone, will I be judged on my sucking technique?" He laughed at that. "Am I going to have to drink 5 gallons of piss? Will I have to parade up and down the street naked? Will I have to get fucked in front of a crowd of people? Will I be tortured, whipped or spanked? What is going to go on?" I was getting kind of panicky about the whole idea of it.
He laughed, "I will answer it this way, yes and no!" He laughed again when he saw the _expression on my face. "Look I know that isn't what you wanted to hear and I know your heart is racing and your stomach is turning over. But all I can tell you is that you shouldn't worry about it. 'Just do it' as the ad says. Do the best you can. Go all out and know that something like this will not happen again, unless you wish it. But in this case you have no choice."
I looked at him and he said, "Well, of course you have a choice. I can give you your clothes and you can walk away right now and I will never see you again and you can go on with your life. Or you can choose to go with me tonight to my uncle's.
"Okay, enough chit chat - you are getting me all horny thinking of tonight, so let's get to this." He pushed down his shorts and stepped out of them. His cock was already hard and ready to go. It looked so beautiful and big!
"Come over here and get it lubed up so I can slide it in." He fisted it a couple of times while I went over and knelt down in front of him. I had just sucked his cock not too long ago, but I wanted it again. I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted to lick it up and down and suck on it and just take it with me like an all day sucker.
Man, my thought process had changed in the last several days. I kind of rewound the memory tapes as I licked the head of his cock. I had felt so different about this the first couple of times. Now I couldn't get enough of Bobby, cocks, cum or fucking.
Bobby brought me back to the moment when he said, "Okay, I think you have me ready for you. Now stand up and bend over." I did as he said and he knelt behind me and licked my hole really good a couple of times. I moaned and tried to back into him. Such a feeling! Wow! No wonder he wanted me to do that to him.
Too soon he was pulling away from me. Then I felt him line up on my ass and felt him working the head of his cock in. Even having been fucked so recently, this felt so different. That had been a dildo. This was warm and hard and soft at the same time and I loved the feeling of it in my ass. He pushed in slowly and the size of the head really buzzed that button as it passed over it. Immediately, my cock started oozing.
I moaned as he sank all the way in. He flexed his cock in my ass at that point and I felt him in me and squeezed tightly around his cock. He had me bent over at the waist and he held onto me by the waist and pumped me on his cock, pulling and pushing me back and forth. I was so full of lust over this sensation; I wanted it to continue. It felt so good to be filled up like this.
He stopped for a moment and pulled out. I moaned and didn't want him out. He put the shorts down on the ground together and then got down and lay down. "Okay come and sit on my cock. But face towards my feet." He held his cock up wiggling it, making me crave it.
I moved around and eagerly squatted down until my ass met his cock. It slid in easily and again it made me moan and my cock jerked as I sank down on it. "Okay, fuck yourself with my cock."
I moaned and raised myself up and eased him out a bit. Then I began to slowly move up and down on his cock. He lay there and let me do the work. I could tell he was enjoying it as well as I heard him moan a couple of times. I was lost in the sensations and kept it up and used a hand now and then to steady myself.
I kept this up and was so getting off on this. I was in that fog that enveloped me in these times. I was only aware of my ass, his cock and my cock and only the sensations and the pleasure and OH FUCK!
It felt so great and I knew I was getting closer, we had been going at this for a bit, I had no concept of time, but it felt like hours and I increased my pace on his cock. I heard him moaning as well and felt his hands on my ass, egging me on, pushing the tempo. I finally put my hands on his legs and used that as a balance point and began to really work my ass on his cock. I got it on that wonderful spot in my ass and squeezed tightly around his cock and worked it, increasing the friction and speed there.
I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, I closed my eyes and let the feeling wash over me in that freight train heading towards that pivotal moment. I was groaning and moaning and knew it would be soon. I felt my balls draw up and my teeth clenched as that moment arrived and I shot and shot and shot. I loved it, cumming without touching myself. Cumming because Bobby was in me.
Fuck! I loved it and wanted it to go on and on. I kept up my pace not wanting it to stop and soon felt Bobby tense up under me and knew he was going to blow as well, he groaned and bucked up into my ass and began shooting blast after blast of hot cum into my ass. I could feel his cock pulse and pump in my ass. I kept up my movements, until Bobby moaned and grabbed my hips and held me still.
He finally pushed up on my ass and pulled out of me. I felt so empty. I didn't want to lose it. I heard clapping then. My vision cleared and I saw a guy standing with his cock out. "What a great show guys! I got off and shot watching you. Do you guys do this every day at this time?"
I went red and my heart raced and I was panicking again. Bobby pushed me up and then stood up, bushing his butt off. "You liked that?" He smiled and asked the guy. The guy was maybe 35 or so, brown hair with a touch of gray here and there. Square jawed and kind of military looking. He had the marine look about him, kind of a tough, hard, angular look.
"Yeah, fucking hot! I pumped my cock dry watching you guys!" He was tucking his cock back into his pants and he spoke. I was still red and wanted to cover my cock and wanted to be any place but here. "This guy can really take it in the ass!" he said pointing at me making me more embarrassed than I already was.
He walked over to me and held out his hand. "Let me shake your hand, that was so great! You really look hot and that cock of yours shooting just from being fucked. Shit, you must really get off on that." This was not helping. My cock was rigid again and I was getting redder by the moment.
I hesitated but reached out and shook his hand, so embarrassed at being caught with a dick up my ass and naked and hard and cumming and oh shit, my life was over again. He reached down and stroked my cock. "Nice!"
He looked over to Bobby, who's cock was not hard, but not soft either and it glistened with his cum and my ass juices. "Yeah, and that's nice as well."
And then it was like he had an idea; he looked from me back to Bobby and asked, "Hey could I have a go at his ass?"
I looked at Bobby dreading what his answer might be. Bobby looked at me and then back at the guy. "No, as much as I'd like to let you do it. He just came and he is not allowed to cum again until this evening. And the way he loves cock up his ass, he would surely shoot if you fucked him."
I liked his answer in one way, but hated it in another way. He was telling some guy that I liked to be fucked. But I guess that was fairly obvious.
"So you control when he can come and how many times he can cum?" the guy asked interested.
"Davey, why don't you tell him the answer to that?"
"Yes, Sir. He is my master and I do what he tells me to do and if I don't then I am punished." I said, trying to sound solid and firm, not a wimp. I don't know if I succeeded.
"VERY interesting. I would love to hear more of this and watch you guys some more, but I was just out for a walk and I have to get back to take my wife shopping." He smiled at my shocked look. He reached out and stroked my butt and said, "But I would have been late, just to have had a chance at that. And man I wish I could hear more of your story."
Bobby walked over to the man and said, "Well, if you go to Nifty.org, then you can read his journal of everything we have done." I went crimson again and sweat popped out all over me, was he going to give him the link to my videos, too. Having him reading my journal notes and knowing who I was, made me so uncomfortable.
"I'll check it out, thanks!" He started to turn away, but turned back and said, "By the way, my name is Harry," he chuckled and said, "And my screen name is Harry Rod, so if you ever see me out there, then let's chat."
Bobby extended his hand (how could he be so casual about this?), "Good to meet you Harry. My name is Bobby and as you know, this is Davey."
"Well, it was MY pleasure," he laughed, "and I hope I see you guys again!"
He turned and walked off into the forest.
As I watched him walk away, my heart was still beating out the rhythm to flight of the bumblebee. Bobby came over and clapped me on the shoulder. "So how did it feel to have your first public fucking?"
I didn't like the way he said FIRST, as if there were more to come. I did admit to myself that it was very hot, knowing that someone had watched me get fucked by Bobby. It was embarrassing and humiliating, but it got me so hard at the thought of it. And as Bobby kept telling me, that is what I liked and craved and desired. "Humiliating, embarrassing, sexy and fucking horny, Sir."
He chuckled and patted my shoulder again, "You are doing great!" He slapped me on the ass then. He reached down and collected his shorts and put them on. Then he picked up my shorts and trainers and started walking off into the woods. He said over his shoulder, "You might want to work on that going down, if you don't want to run into someone that way." Then he chuckled as he walked on.
It was like trying to type and chew gum at the same time, I couldn't do it. Trying to concentrate and still watch where I was going and where Bobby was going was not making this anywhere near possible. But I tried to hear the birds and water and all.
I was so concentrating on the whole thing and where I was going, that I almost ran into Bobby when he stopped. I looked up then and realized that we were now out on the jogging path. I was still naked, my cock had gone down some, but at this point, it would start getting hard again.
He looked at me, looked at my cock, turned his back to me and began walking down the jogging path. I felt my whole body shiver as my nerves tingled and my mind went into over drive. Then I fought it. I had just done something similar in the dorm, walked down the hall naked. Sure it was only 30 feet and sure I only ran into some of the guys on the floor and the girlfriends. (Oh Fuck! I had done that????!?!)
I tried to stand up tall and walk, but my cock wanted to point the way. I found myself struggling to walk and think at the same time. I followed him about 30 or 40 feet when some runners came running by, 3 guys. They were pumping along, they took me in and one guy did a double take. He even turned around and looked at me again and smiled and then ran on to catch up with his buddies. My cock swelled.
After a couple more yards, Bobby stopped and handed me my trainers. I thought he was going to hand me my shorts as well, but he didn't. I put on each trainer and then bent to tie them. When I stood up, Bobby was jogging off down the path. Shit! I had to run to catch up to him and my cock was bouncing all around and my balls were getting smashed and Oh Shit - how far was I going to have to run this way.
He only ran about 100 yards more and stopped. He stood to one side of the trail. He looked down the road. He pointed to the bench that was about 200 feet down the trail. "If you can get there before I do, then you can have your shorts." He looked at me and smiled, "Are you ready?"
My heart was pounding! Oh Fuck! He didn't tell me the 'or else.' Shit what did that mean. I tried to get into a position to start, my whole body was shaking as I said, "Yes, Sir!"
"Go!" I took off and didn't look back; I was running my ass off. I heard Bobby pounding the ground and I pushed harder and faster. Fuck my cock! Shit naked! Damn on the jogging pace! I pushed again and sprinted all out. I wanted my shorts! I found something someplace and spurted ahead again faster. I felt Bobby touch my shoulder and I flinched and pushed it more. I was going to die! But I was going to get there first.
I saw the bench coming closer and tried to find some more to give me a push. My side hurt and I was going to be dead when I got there. I pounded down the path, fucking cock flopping around, but I didn't care. I really didn't care about anything except getting to the fucking bench. I heard him pounding up behind me and reached out and pulled a bit ahead. Then I flew into the area next to the bench and nearly collapsed on the bench.
Bobby stopped a half step behind me. He was chuckling, "I have never seen you run so fast. You really ran your ass off!" He was laughing again. He tossed me the shorts, but I was too tired to lift my arms or feet to put them on.
Fuck I was messed up!
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