Clay's tale:
Well we have been at the beach a full week now and each day has been pretty much the same. We hang out during the day, looking for girls and working on our tans. I have become accustom to James giving me orders. I guess I have even become used to the nightly ritual. James now calls me Jack instead of Clay. "Hey you need a name that describes your talents."
This morning the ritual took a little different turn. After I finished the morning chore with James. You know what I mean. He tells me to kneel beside his bed.
"As he starts stroking my hair with his right hand, he starts a pep talk, "You have done pretty good so far, Jack, maybe you are ready to help during the day. What do you think?" He never let me answer as he kept on talking and rubbing my cheeks and chin with his right hand. I was so intent on his conversation that I did not realize that he was now rubbing my lips with his index finger. "I think I'm ready to show off my slave to everyone don't you think." Sometime during his talk he had pushed his finger past my teeth and was rubbing my tongue.
I keep playing the conversation over and over in my mind. Why did I let him push a finger in my mouth and what does he mean he is going to "show me off"? I keep thinking, why did I let him rub my face. It was if he was marking his territory. I had lost and I was willing to carry out my servant duties but I could not let it go overboard. My reputation is important to me.
James' tale:
I actually look forward to Jack's services every night. He was awkward at first but has become quite skilled at jacking me off. On the third morning I wasn't even awake when Jack started stroking my morning bone. That's why I call him Jack. And I have plans for Jack today. This afternoon my girlfriend plans to visit me. I can't wait to show her how good Jack is at being a slave; and no I don't mean the nightly thing, I would never let anyone know about that. The cool part is Ann is Jack's next-door neighbor. They have been friends since second grade. This will be cool.
I can still see his face when I said, "Hey Jack, we need to drive to town, and get you a some closthes for tonight." He looked at me with a puzzled look and asked, "What are you planning, I'm not going to let this go too far. I not some fag boy you can use anytime you want. I've done everything you asked. Can't we just keep things they way they are."
I think I was even surprised with my reaction when I answered, "Listen Jack, you will do what I say, Anne is coming tonight and you are going to drive us around town. And you will do whatever else I say, unless, you want her to find out about your talents. I don't know what you mean by not being a fag boy, where I come form, someone who wakes up a guy by jacking him off is a, well lets just say we'll keep the secret, if you get my drift."
Clay's tale:
"Get his drift." I couldn't believe it. He called me a queer. He said that I wouldn't have jerked him off unless I was one. I'm not gay, hell I was only doing what I was told to do. What did he plan to tell Anne?
I'd do anything to keep this secret from Anne. "Please James, don't make me do anything in front of Anne. She could tell my parents. I'll do anything you want, just keep it form her."
I realized that was the wrong thing to say as soon as I had said it. "Anything", what was I thinking? James already had control over me half the time. Now he wanted me to be his slave outside our room. He didn't miss the "anything" though. He said, "Good, Anne won't find out, I'll not tell her. I just want her to see how I can control you. I think it will be a blast. She will think its funny and don't worry I want make you do anything kinky, at least while she is here." My face started turning red as I looked at the sneer on James face as he said again, "But after she's gone?" Hell I even started to bone. What is wrong with me? Why do I keep getting into these situations?
James' tale:
Things couldn't be better. Jack had agreed to drive Ann and I around for the evening. Hell he even said I could do anything I wanted if I kept the nightly services secret. I could use this to my advantage, even though I would never have told anyone about it. Hell Eric is the one he should worry about.
We drove into town to the large department store to the sports section. I had Jack try on a white sleeveless hunting vest. I said, "Lets see what kind of pants you should wear. How about white jeans? And of course a white baseball hat." I was even proud of the outfit. He looked like a jester from King Author's Court all dressed in white.
Clay's tale:
I had given in to James and I was wearing the monkey outfit he bought. I looked like a pimp from the downtown. I sat in the sitting area as he showered and got ready for tonight. I was daydreaming when Eric came out of his bedroom just wearing his jockeys.
"Hi Clay, I mean Jack. I didn't know you were here." He looked kind of nervous as he said, "Jack will you help me with something a minute in my room."
I followed Eric into his room. He was speaking quietly as he said, "James said you didn't want Anne to find out how you jerk him off. He told me I was the only one other than the two of you who knew about it. He also said you would do anything to keep it quite. Is that right?" This was something I never expected. I had even forgot that Eric had watched James and me that time.
"I don't know man, I'm not going to do any thing. Pleas don't tell Anne about what James made me do." Eric laughed as he said, "Did James ask you to wake him up by beating his meat every morning? He said they way you glared at his bone every night as he shot his load and the way you licked your lips that you would probably suck his cock before the summer was over. Is that right do you want to suck his dick? Have you turned queer on us?"
I came unglued for the second time on this trip. "I'm not gay and I'm not going to give anyone a blow job." As I was pulling away from Eric I glanced down and saw the head of his cock was poking toward the band of his jockeys. He had a hard-on. This trip just keeps getting worse and worse. As Eric grabbed my arm I felt him start to push me toward my knees. He said, "Listen you are servant to us all. Just kneel here and jerk me off like you do James and this time I won't say anything to Anne."
I was kneeling in front of Eric's crotch as he pushed his jockeys to the floor and stepped out of them. His cock was fully hard and sticking at an angle toward his belly button. His bushy brown pubes looked like a forest compared to James. He was hairy all over even on his legs. He looked more gorillas like than teenage boy. I had never jerked off James kneeling in front of him. This was strangely exciting being this close to the hard cock. I thought, "Hell all this talk of being gay is causing me to doubt my own sexuality. I'm not queer. I'll just hurry and get it over with."
I grabbed Eric's cock and began to jerk him off. He moaned and humped my hands as I stroked his rod. It was only a short time before he told me he was ready to shoot. I caught all the blasts in my right hand. I wiped the goop on his stomach and in his bush. He looked down at me in the kneeling position and ran his finger over the tip of his cock.
He caught one last string of cum on finger and looked down at me. I knew what he was planning before it happened. In slow motion I saw the gooey finger move toward my lips. It was in this slow motion that he smeared his cum on the outside of my lips. I even parted my lips when he pushed the end of his finger in my mouth. Eric looked down and said, "That's what I thought Jack, or maybe I should call you Oral." I guess Eric had marked his territory this time too.