New York Trip....
I had been talking to Peter on the boards for a few weeks... and the airlines did another one of their crazy fare deals --- so I left LAX for NYC..
Peter sure sounded like a little boy ---needing a strong man to work him over ---teach him what it is to serve ---to belong to another man.
The plane trip was like every other one I had been on with the exception of a real hot number in the seats across from me.. He was 6' 175# brown hair, hazel eyes and a great tan. He was wearing a pair of leather shorts, white socks and a football jersey--- the bulge in the front of his shorts was very interesting--the flight wasn't full so I had all three seats to myself -- like wise so did the number across the aisle---
After a few hours and a couple of cocktail--Paul who name I found out later, turned in his seat, the shorts gaped just enough to reveal the head of a 8" cock---I drank in the view, with my own growing in my jeans....Paul knew what he was doing 'cause he spread his legs further to reveal a set of balls, nice size, eatable.
By this time I was dripping---the steward had been by six times already--but the look I gave him the last time sent him to the safety of the galley---Paul had to rearrange everything---you can't keep 8" of meat confined in tight leather shorts.
I am a member of the mile high club in good standing---Paul had had is share of cocktails and I knew it wouldn't be long before he would be heading for the bathroom....I was right and he got up and headed for the back of the plane rubbing himself as he passed me...
My mama didn't raise no dummy so within a few seconds I was up and following him.
Airline bathrooms are just not made for two ---after entering -- there was barely enough room to turn around---I did have to piss- --Paul was in front of the toilet so that was out---I turned to the sink and let the golden flow go---Paul looked like some had just given him the gift of a life time...I finished up and stood sideways--grabbing him by the neck, forcing his face into the sink..."lap boy, this piss is for you""
It took him awhile to lap it all up from the bowl--his cock rock hard and jutting out of his shorts....his ass hadn't missed my attention, it has been receiving a few well placed hands delivered with some force==== all good things must cum and it was that time --all I had to say was "down". He swallowed my cock to the hilt--trying for my ball, too. The cum boiled up from my balls, it shot from my cock into his throat, shot after shot---he nursed a new born calf.
The bathroom felt like an oven---besides smelling like "men" that smell that can give you a hard on every time.
I left Paul there and returned to my sit--the steward was just passing and ask if I wanted another drink, which I answered yes.. when he returned with the drink his smile said it all..."job well done"
After that work out it was time to recoup and I dozed off...
The next thing I was being tapped on the shoulder--we were in our final approach to New York---a trip to New York wouldn't seem real without some delay--I think that they must sit up nights planning them... We finally landed and I de-planed.
Peter had told me that he would meet me if possible, if not he would send a car---I really didn't expect him since it was Friday morning and like all good little boys he worked--on wall street no less===
As I walked thur the security gate he was there.
Collar around his neck as instructed..
I took one look at this little boy and knew right there and then that this was going to be one hell of a weekend...
No words were needed--I handed him my baggage claim and started for the baggage area...
He fell into step behind me and just to the right...
My bladder was making it needs know --- I turned into the next men's room -- Peter right on my heels -- I entered one of the stalls, little boy also...Peter was on his knees before I could pop the buttons on my 501's his month open -- little boys are there to serve and Peter did.... the golden stream found its mark this little boy got a nice long drink of my piss...
We left the airport and headed for the village and Peter's apartment.
It was a typical New York apartment with the exception of his play room --- I really didn't need to bring my toy bag --- Peter had it all nicely laid out for me to used as I saw fit.
I took the front of his shirt and ripped it off him -- then his pants --- he would need clothes for a while.
His smooth body greeted my view.. but I wanted it smoother.
I got my straight razor out of my suit case and proceeded to start at his neck -- the razor took every trace of hair from his chest, arm pits--
Next I did his cock and balls and ass=== now he was smooth!!!
I had taken the red-eye into NY and was a little tired so I tied Peter to the rack spread eagle, put the tit camps on his tits and tied his cock and balls real tight so that he would have something to think about while I took a short nap.
Several hours later, I awoke to find the little boy still in place...
needing some DISCIPLINE!!!!
It seems that he had pissed with out permission and all over the place at that.
I untied him from is spread eagle position and re-tied him with his arms and legs together and his ass in the air over the saw horse.
I caressed his ass-- whak, whak -- my hand hit him several times, while informing him about the nature of his being -- his purpose...
His ass was taking on a nice red glow -- as was my hand -- why wear out your hand was my thought and got the riding crop -- a handy item in any toy box..
I continued where I had left off but every once in awhile aiming it between his legs so his balls wouldn't feel let out!!
Peter finally realized what a bad boy he was -- and his ass was proof...mark with nice red strips that he would feel for some time.
Well it was time for some food and a little exploring of NYC --- I shoved a butt plug up his little ass -- untied him and told him to dress in a jock, shorts and a tank top - he was still wearing his collar.
We went off to explore
to be continued.