By The SavannahKid (James T.)
James's tale:
My favorite story on Nifty is "Lee and Me" by maxwelllite. There is little sex in this story but it appeals to me because of an experience I had when I was sixteen. I, like Lee in the "Lee and me" story, became caught up in what would be a long summer.
When I was sixteen my father rented two cottages at the beach. One was to be used by my mom and dad. The second was for my friends and me. Clay, Joe and Eric were excited about spending the summer at the beach with me and we planned to soak up the rays and look for girls.
We left home Saturday morning; Clay and Joe rode with me. Eric was to catch a ride with my parents later in the day. When we opened the cottage we found a nice two bedroom condo-like cottage with a kitchen and a sitting room. There was one problem though. There were only twin beds in one bedroom and a double bed in the second bedroom.
Arguing soon started as to who would share a bed. There was "no way" to compromise as each of us wanted our own bed. We argued all afternoon until Eric and my mom and dad arrived. Eric was the one who suggested we flip, or draw straws to see who had to share a bed.
We could not even agree to which way we could settle the sleeping arrangements. I think Clay came up with the idea to play monopoly. The first person to get Boardwalk would get the double bed and the unlucky person to land on Boardwalk would have to sleep on the couch with a sleeping bag.
Clay's tale:
Yea, the story was similar to Lee's tale except that I was the unlucky Rob. I never trusted James although I never disliked him. But for some reason I felt uneasy around him. He was a good six inches taller than me and always excelled in every thing we did. Hell he even excelled in monopoly. I guess I felt like Rob did "that Lee spoke down to him", I felt James spoke down to me also, as if I was his inferior. I guess when James bought Boardwalk and started changing the rules I should have spoken up but I never did.
James first change (or challenge I should say) was that if he put a house on Boardwalk before any of us landed on it, then the unlucky person had to be the servant to the other three for the first week. He then added if he could get a hotel on it before one of us landed on it then the unlucky person would have to serve the others the whole summer. The job of servant was never really defined. Little did I dream that it would include total obedience to James? Well as you can guess James got the hotel on Boardwalk and I was the unlucky "servant". I tried to argue that James had cheated but Joe and Eric were not going to take a chance of losing their beds.
James first instruction to me was to get my sleeping bag and put it on the floor at the foot of his bed. He said, "I might need something from you during the night." Eric laughed and said, "I guess you'd better sleep light Clay. You know that James is a pervert." We all laughed at that but James was just smiling at me as he said, "Hell Clay, you're going to learn a lot this summer and you don't really mind do you?"
James's tale:
When I bought Boardwalk, I thought, "I wonder who will land on it." Then when I put the hotel on it I thought, "This could be fun. I never really planned on pushing things too far but when Clay landed on it, he seemed as if he was nervous as shit. I thought I would just scare him a little that first night."
After we went to supper we all decided to go to bed. Just as Clay zipped up his bag I said, "You can go get me a coke now." Clay looked at me with a surprised look and said, "Shit its ten o'clock get your own coke." That pissed me off and I yelled at him, "Listen asshole you're my slave now go get me a coke."
I guess it caught him off guard and he said "Yea, OK." I looked down at him and said, "You'll only call me Sir when we are in this room, understand?" He was shocked as he looked at me and said, "Yes SIR."
I said, "Then move your ass and do what I said." He jumped up and started to put on his jeans and I said, "No go like you are."
Clay's tale:
I was nervous as I slept on the floor in James's room.
You have to know about James to understand my nervousness'. James likes to walk around naked after he showers at gym and just before we went to sleep tonight he stripped and walked around the cottage naked. He said it felt better to swing free. I didn't feel attracted to James body but having his cock swinging around the room unnerved me.
When he yelled at me and called me his slave I thought I would puke. Why was I always ending up in situations like this? I ran in my jockey shorts to the kitchen and got the coke for James. As I was heading back to the room Joe yelled, "You had better hurry, James might need his ass kissed." Both him and Eric laughed at me. I felt "as low" as one can get.
When I entered the room, James was sitting on the side of the bed with his legs spread wide. I looked down and noticed that he was getting a "semi". I handed him the coke and said will that be all and he laughed and said, "No there's one more thing you can do and looked down at his hardening cock." I became unglued at James, "I'm not going to." James laughed as he grabbed my arm, "Yea I guess some other time, Just hold the coke up for me to sip and don't look down."
If you could imagine my humiliation standing in front of James letting him sip the coke while he jerked off.
It was if I was not even in the room. Soon I felt the warm splashes of his teen cum as it landed on my legs and feet. He laughed as he said, "Sorry about that, go get me a warm wash cloth." In my embarrassed state I said, "Yes, sir."
After wetting the washcloth, I returned and tried to hand it to James. He said, "Thanks man boy I'm a mess." I looked down as he started to wash the cum from his groin. It was like I was living a bad dream as he cleaned the last of the sticky cum from his balls. I reached for the rag to clean my legs when he said really loud, "don't clean my cum from your legs, leave it there and think about it as you sleep."
My humiliation was complete. I had watched him spray me as I stood there as he jerked off. Now he had told Joe and Eric. I crawled into my bag with his sticky goop and my legs.