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CHAPTER TEN
Phil sat at his desk, drinking his coffee, an almost constant fire burned deep inside, the lust simmered as he thought about John when his private line rang. He grabbed it before the first ring had stopped, hoping it was him.
"Yes," he started.
"How's my whore," John chided.
"Good, thinking about you," Phil replied.
"Good," John beamed, "as it should be. We're going on a road trip this weekend and if you're good, you might actually get my cock this time."
"Great," Phil nearly shouted. "I want yours so bad."
"You're to purchase two first-class tickets to Chicago for you and me," John continued. "I want to leave Friday morning and return Sunday night. Make hotel reservations downtown somewhere, a good hotel, a suite. We're going to have some fun."
Knowing better then to question or resist, Phil agreed.
"Once you or your secretary have made the arrangement," John continued, " email me when and where to meet at the airport. You won't need to pack much, you won't be wearing much during the weekend."
Despite the fear, the anxiety, Phil's cock was responding, it was hard in his pants.
"Before Friday morning," John continued, "I want you to shave your cock again. In fact, I want you to shave it in the bathroom in front of Eric. I want him to see you doing it. Put on a good show. You're to wait naked until he starts coming in the room and then begin, so when the door opens he'll see your cock in your hand and the razor shaving your pubs. Clear?"
"Yes," Phil offered, not bothering to protest.
"I want you to encourage Eric to try it," John went on. "Keep on telling him how great it feels and how great his cock would look shaved. I know you'd even like to shave it for him, right before you sucked his cock. Wouldn't you."
Phil didn't respond.
"I said, Wouldn't you?" John shouted.
"Yes," Phil admitted, "yes, I'd love to suck his cock."
"As long as I said so," John interjected.
"Yes," Phil grunted.
"One thing we're going to go over this weekend is your rules to follow as my whore," John pushed. "I want everything clear on what you have to do for us to continue. Oh, and one more thing, from here on out, you're never to ever jack-off without my permission. I'll decide when and where you shoot your load."
Before Phil could say anything further, John hung up. He sat gently touching his cock, realizing he couldn't even jack off without John anymore. Step by step, more of his life was becoming John's. He feared it, but couldn't stop. He felt his cock hard in his pants, no underwear, realized it didn't belong to him anymore.
Arrangements were made as instructed, first-class tickets purchased and hotel reservations confirmed for the weekend. Phil told his wife he had to go out of town on business. On Thursday morning he woke early, his cock hard. He felt it but knew he couldn't masturbate. He knew what he had to do that morning. He got out of bed, knew Eric would be up shortly, went in Eric's bathroom and stripped off his pajamas. He didn't wait long till he heard Eric coming down the hall. Phil spread the shaving cream across the tiny short hairs growing in above his cock and took the razor. As Eric opened the door he pulled his cock out and began shaving himself.
Eric starred, watching his father shave his cock right there in front of him. Phil looked up.
"Morning," he stuttered.
"Morning, Eric replied. "What are you doing dad?"
"Just touching up here," Phil answered, trying not to make too big a deal about it.
"I see that," Eric continued. "So you're gonna keep it that way?"
"I might," his dad offered. "It feels great, looks great too, but it itches terribly when it starts growing out."
Eric watched intently as Phil continued removing all the stubble above and around his cock and on his balls.
"You should try it," Phil added. "It would really show off that nice piece you have there."
Eric didn't reply. He stepped out of his underwear and into the shower as his dad watched his naked ass.
Phil's cock started to get hard again, so he wiped off the remains of the shaving cream and left the room.
On Friday morning he stood at the airport in front of their airline terminal and waited. John soon walked through the sliding doors, Phil smiled. John walked up and without warning, grabbed Phil's crotch and gave it a feel. Phil looked around, a couple people looked, but kept walking.
"Just checking," John started. "Making sure no underwear. You haven't jacked off since we talked?"
"No," Phil admitted.
"Give me the tickets," John demanded, holding out his hand.
Phil reached in the breast-pocket of his suit coat and handed the tickets to John.
"Take my bag," John continued, holding out the garment bag he'd had over his shoulder.
Phil took the bad and dutifully followed John to the check-in.
They approached the clerk at the counter and John handed him the tickets.
"Two for Chicago," the agent asked.
"Yes," John answered, "me and my whore."
The agent looked at John, then at Phil, then back at the terminal without saying anything. Phil looked down.
As they walked to their gate, John continued his instructions. "Once we're in out seats," he continued, "ask for a blanket. I want to get your cock out and show it off. We'll see if we can get you some action in the air. Get that mouth warmed up before we get there."
Once they were seated in first-class and Phil had the blanket spread over his lap, John reached under and undid Phil's pants, took his cock out. Phil didn't move, only looked around to see if anyone noticed. They didn't.
Sitting across of John and Phil was a middle-aged businessman working on a lap-top. When the plane was quiet and no one was moving around, John leaned near Phil and told him to pretend he was sleeping. Phil laid his chair back and closed his eyes. John watched the man across the aisle and slowly began to pull the blanket toward him. Soon Phil's cock was peeking out from under the side of the blanket. And soon, the man in the expensive blue suit noticed. He starred at the cock exposed and then looked up at John who was looking at him. John smiled. And looked back and forth from Phil's cock to the man in the blue suit waiting for an expression, a reaction.
After a few minutes of watching, the man smiled slightly. John smiled back and pulled the blanket farther off Phil's exposed cock. Then, in a bold gesture, John reached over and spread Phil's unfastened pants to show the guy Phil's shaved pubs and balls. The guy couldn't move his eyes. When the fight attendant started back down the aisle. John threw the blanket back across Phil's lap and the man in the blue suit looked back at his laptop screen.
When the attendant was out of sight, John waited until the guy looked back and again raised the blanket. He grabbed Phil's cock and started stroking it. The guy was mesmerized by the scene. Phil's cock got immediately hard and he then opened his eyes watched John stroking his cock and looked over at the man in the blue suit. John leaned over and told Phil to buckle his pants and go the lavatory and wait, but to not zip his pants.
Phil did.
As Phil walked down the aisle, the man in the blue suit watched him disappear into the restroom. He then looked back at John, who smiled and nodded in the direction of the toilet. The man looked in that direction, back at John, and back in that direction again. John winked and again nodded in the lavatory direction. The man in the blue suit was thinking. He then put his laptop aside and slowly, nervously, got up and went to the lavatory. The indicator on the door said "vacant." He reached for the handle and looked around, back at John, who smiled and nodded. He stepped in.
As he entered to tight little cubicle, Phil sat on the toilet, his pants around his ankles. The man in the blue suit was obviously nervous, so Phil reached out and undid his belt and the clasp on his pants. He pulled them and the striped boxers down to his knees, the man's cock was uncut and fairly long nestled in blond pubic hair. Phil reached and raised the still soft cock to his lips. He licked the head like a lollipop and soon it responded, it lengthened and rose up to meet Phil's gentle yet insistent administering. Phil rolled the foreskin back exposing the dark purple head as it got bigger and harder. It glistened in the dim neon light of the toilet as Phil continued to lick and suck. He sucked hard pulling the cockhead past his lips, pressed his teeth hard behind his lips and rolled back and forth over the rim on the head. The man in the blue suit moaned as Phil made love to his cock. Without concern for being caught, he sucked the cock slowly, masterfully, driving the man to heights of erotic passion. Each time Phil sucked the impressive cock past his lips, it went deeper, it moved to the back of Phil's throat and Phil swallowed hard each time, taking it even deeper. He pressed his teeth each time behind his lips, maximizing the pleasure. He sucked hard, tightening the pressure around the beautiful dick. He loved every cock he sucked, with a passion that was growing out of control.
Every once in a while, he would release the cock from the tight hold of his lips and stroked it by hand as he sucked first one, then the other ball into his mouth and with loving concern for the man's pleasure, he would roll the full balls around in his mouth, pushing them from side to sid, plunging his tongue between them as the guy moaned louder and louder. The man's cock banged Phil's forehead, his nose, as he worked the balls, knew they were boiling ready to explode.
Phil let the balls pop out of his mouth and licked the huge cock up, up, up, over the shaft, over the foreskin rolled back and across the spreading lit of the man's cockhead. He sucked the delicious head back into his mouth with the intensity of a starving child, he never wanted to let go. He held the man's asscheeks hard, squeezing, massaging as he forced the huge cock deeper.
He felt it begin the throb, knew the eruption was imminent and with one final thrust, sucking deep all the way to the base, the man let out a loud cry and load after load, emptied down Phil's throat.
The man grabbed Phil's head and pushed deeper as the last shot filled his throat. Phil sucked hard to keep the pressure around the dick, to give him every ounce of pleasure possible. Phil held the empty cock in my mouth, held tight working the man's ass as his breath slowly began to return to normal. As the cock of the man in the blue suit began the shrink, he slowly, reluctantly began to pull out, Phil sucked hard on the softening cock, trying to keep it there in his mouth. As the man pulled back, Phil leaned forward, refusing to let go, he fell off the toilet seat onto his knees and pressed the man's bare ass back against the toilet door. The man reached down and slowly pushed Phil's head back and off his now soft cock.
"Thanks," the guy breathed, "that was incredible."
"No," Phil replied, "your cock is incredible."
Phil reached down and slowly pulled up the man's boxers, giving his cock a last kiss and suck before he covered it. He then pulled up the man's suit pants and fastened them.
The guy smiled, nodded and left the tight little room.
Phil locked the door and waited so no one would notice another guy coming out so soon. After fastening his pants, he quietly unlocked the door and went back to his seat.
Once he was seated, John leaned over and asked how it was.
"Fine," Phil replied, his lips still red from the blowjob.
John smiled and looked over at the man in the blue suit who starred, contentedly, out the plane window.
"Did you cum?" John asked.
"No," Phil conceded.
"Good," John beamed, "I'll tell you when."
Phil sat silent and the flight continued.