days on the beach – 9

On the trip back to Sean’s apartment, Jason found himself feeling very conflicted.  Yes, as usual, he was nearly naked as he sat in the passenger seat and Mark drove.  All he had on was the mesh jockstrap that he had on at the beach earlier.  After as much humiliation as he had been through, though, he didn’t give much thought to his nudity.  He had just experienced something that was beyond all of the humiliation and was beyond any sexual experience he ever had.  The whole scene with Alex was sensual and he felt himself longing to do more with the sexy lifegaurd. However, this idea was not turning him on at the moment.  Rather, it was making him nervous and his heart beating 1000 miles a minute.

Mark grabbed Jason’s crotch through the mesh material as they drove on.The rough grabbing brought Jason out of his thoughts.  Also, he wasn’t used to being touched by Mark or Joe (who he figured were straight and just abusing him).

“Why are you so soft?”  Mark asked, massaging the limp dick in the mesh material.  “Aren’t you having a good time?”

Jason didn’t answer at first.  The silence gave much more of an answer than he intended it to.

Mark laughed.  “Yeah, I thought you would get used to it,” he said.  “I even thought you would start to like it.”

“I’m not a fag,” Jason said softly, under his breath.  In spite of this, though, he cock was beginning to get hard in Mark’s hand.  It was stretching out rather quickly.

“I never said you were,” Mark said.  “But you will be.  And you’re going to love what we’re going to do tonight.”

“What are we going to do?” Jason asked.  He was dreading the answer mostly, but part of him was really wanting to know.  Mark took his hand off his crotch and he felt some disappointment.  Still, his cock was at full mast and stretching the fabric of his jock.

“You’ll see,” was all Mark would say.

 

2.  Sean and Kyle’s Day

When Mark took Jason to the beach, Joe got the other two slave boys into his car.  He made both of them sit in the back.  “Sit close together, too,” he instructed.  They did so.  “Put your arms around each other.” They did.

Joe smiled as he started driving.  He was really enjoying everything that was going on.  This had all been exciting from the day Kyle iniated it, but it was so much better when they had turned on Kyle and then added Jason into the mix.

No one really knew this, but Jason used to bully Joe when they were younger.  It had gone on for years and since Jason was much bigger than him, there wasn’t much that Joe could really do about it.  When he told teachers what was going on, thy never did anything.  He found out later that teachers think it’s good for people to be bullied.  One of the reasons that he had wanted to use Jason when this experiment started was because Jason had used to call him a fag and told people that Joe sucked cock.  It was fun to be using him like this.

But as much as Joe hated Jason, it wasn’t the main reason he had wanted to do this in the first place.  Joe really was gay and he had the major hots for Mark.  In fact, he felt like he was seriously in love with Mark.  He knew if he ever said anything, Mark would beat the crap out of him, though.  Still, it was Mark who had the original idea of turning against Kyle and it didn’t take much for him to go ahead and say yes. There wasn’t much Joe wouldn’t do to make Mark happy.

Looking up in the rearview mirror, Joe was happy to see that Kyle and Sean were holding each other very close.  He took a look down at their crotches and noticed that they were definitely hard.  He smiled.  He loved what they were doing to them.  Kyle and Sean had wanted each other for so long, but they just needed some pushing together.  Joe figured  that was why Kyle set up this whole humiliation thing for them to begin with.  He wanted to have some fun with Sean.

“Start making out,” he instructed.  There was rarely any resistance from the two boys.  He knew why.  It’s because they wanted each other so much.  He didn’t feel so bad about making them do what they already wanted.

So the two boys, clad only in skimpy thongs that barely concealed their long and hard cocks, started making out and feeling each other up.  It was hot and Joe found himself getting very hot himself.  The whole time, he started thinking about Mark and how he wished he could be doing that with his friend.  His own cock (which he always felt bad about being smaller than all of the slave boys they had) was getting hard in his boxers.  He knew he had to distract himself before they got out of the car.

Once they got to Sean’s apartment, everything happened as it normally did.  All hard and almost naked, Kyle and Sean were made to walk through the whole parking lot and then into the apartment.  There were a few people staring at them, but it wasn’t a big deal anymore.  It happened often enough that they were used to it.  Still, it felt nice when they had the door shut behind them.

“Okay,” Joe said, turning to face the boys, “we have a lot to do to get ready for this party tonight.”

Sean looked nervous, but it seemed like he wanted to say something.  Joe nodded at him, so he spoke.  “What is going to happen at this party?”

Joe laughed.  “Oh, don’t worry, there will be plenty for you boys to do,” he replied.  “Mostly, though, it’s going to be to humiliate Jason and not you.  So, don’t fret too much.”

Sean and Kyle relaxed just a little.  But their dicks stayed hard and that was starting to get Mark pretty hot.  He moved his leg a bit to try and hide his dick getting hard.

“What are you going to do to him?”  Sean asked.  He didn’t care too much, really, but was just curious.  The whole experience had been making him so horny and he had learned to pretty much just enjoy it while he could. Even with the public humiliation, it was kinda hot.

“Oh, let’s just say that after tonight, he’s NEVER going to call anyone a fag ever again,” Joe laughed.  “But let’s have some fun here, too.  I am going to go get myself a snack.  I want you two to be naked and laying on Sean’s bed when I get back.  You should be jacking each others cocks, but not enough to make anything serious happen.  You better not cum and you had better still be jacking once I get in the room.  Get to it.”

After this instruction, Sean and Kyle went into the bedroom and quickly stripped out of their thongs.  Their hard cocks bobbed in the air and it felt good that they were released.  Sean quickly got on the bed, but Kyle hesitated at first.

“Come on!” Sean urged.  “We have to be jacking by the time he gets back.”

Kyle was obviously thinking about something.  He shook his head.  “Joe always takes a while to get his food,” he said.  “We have some time.” Still, Kyle sat on the bed.  He grabbed Sean’s hand in his and caressed it.  Sean smiled.  Secretly, they had let feelings for each other develop.  They hadn’t said anything nor expressed it in front of Mark and Joe, though.  Leaning forward, they kissed each other solidly on the lip.  Sean tried to slip his tongue into Kyle’s mouth, but Kyle pulled away.  Sean felt frustrated.

“What’s wrong?”  he asked.

Kyle shook his head.  “Nothing,” he said.  “In fact, I think I know a way we can switch this game back into our favor.”

“It never was in my favor,” Sean said sullenly.  “It was in yours.”

“I am sorry,” Kyle said.  He kissed Sean again.  THen he reached down and grabbed Sean’s thick cock in his hand.  Squeezing it, he forced another strong sigh from Sean’s lip.  He muffled that sigh with a deep kiss.  “Do you regret what has happened?”

Sean shook his head.  “I am happy to be with you,” he admitted.  “ButI would like all of this public and slave crap to end, though.”

“I think I know how we can do it,” Kyle said.  “For us and for Jason.”

“Oh, I don’t care about Jason,” Sean said.  “He’s always been a bit of a dick anyways.”  He then eached over and grabbed Kyle’s cock.  They began jacking each other and kissing.  It felt good so they kept doing it, kissing in between talking.

“Yeah, I know,” Kyle said.  “He used to call me a fag and beat up on me.

He never touched you, though.”

“Because I am about the same size as him,” Sean said. “You know how bullies are, they only pick on people they know they can beat up.”  He realized he kinda insulted Kyle and then tried to cover it up.  “But anyhow, what do you want to do?”

“Well, I figure we just have to turn the tables,” Kyle said.  “Mark and Joe have blackmail on us, so we’ll have to get some on them.”

Sean moaned deeply as Kyle twisted his fist around his hard cock and squeezed it hard.  They kissed each other deeply with lots of tongue.

“What are you going to do?”  Sean asked.

“Well, the key is Joe,” Kyle whispered.  He then took his other hand and started fondling Sean’s balls.  The way he looks at us, I know he wants us.  So, all we have to do is get him involved and then tape him the way they did to us.”

Sean looked doubtful.  “How are we supposed to do that?”  he asked.

“It’ll be easy,” Kyle said.  “I told you he wants us.  He was getting all hard in the car.  So he’s horny.  It’s not too hard to get a horny guy to do whatever you want.”

“I guess we’re proof of that,” Sean laughed.  For emphasis, he started jacking Kyle’s cock really fast.  He knew Kyle’s spots and knew how to bring him to the edge.  Within moments, Kyle was brought to the brink and panic filled his eyes.

“Sean, stop!” he said and Sean did.  Sean laughed as he watched Kyle start to settle down.  Once he did, Joe still had not come back into the room.  So, Kyle got up off the bed and started to prepare some things.

Joe wanted to take his time getting his snack.  He knew the longer he took the closer the two boys would be to cumming.  One thing he really loved was to watch other guys doing their best not to cum.  It really turned him on big time.  Once he had waited a good 20 minutes, he finally went into the room. As he has expected, the two boys were lying on the bed, jacking each others cocks and squirming.  He had peaked in earlier and saw the two of the kissing too.  It had only been for a second, but he thought it was really hot.  He really liked hot kissing.

“Having fun, boys?”  he asked as he came in.  He sat down in the lounge chair that gave him the best view of the bed.  “Don’t stop on my accord.”

Sean and Kyle had no intention of stopping.  They continued to jack and fondle each other.  They wanted to kiss too, but they were careful not to do it just yet.  They knew how hot it made Joe, so they wanted to make surethey did everything right.

“So how about I let you know a little bit about what’s going to go on at the party?” Joe asked as he sat there.  “Like I said, there will be stuff for you to do, but it won’t be focused on you.  I figure it’s about time for Jason to truly come out of the closet as a true fag.  Better that he does it in front of a bunch of his best friends.  In fact, I think it’s best that he does it in front of every guy who played on every sports team with him in high school.”

Kyle raised his hand to ask a question.  Joe aknowledged him so he could talk.  “Um, so what are Sean and I going to do?” he asked.  “We won’t have to blow him or anything in front of all of those people?”

Joe laughed. “Nope, not at all,”  he said.  “Basically you guys will be serving drinks.  You’ll be wearing your thongs and waiting on everyone. You won’t be doing anything to out you.  Don’t worry.”  He sat back further into his chair.  He was starting to enjoy what was going on and that was exactly what Kyle was counting on.

When Kyle noticed that Joe was getting hard and trying to hide it, that was when he decided to do what he knew would really turn the boy on. Slowly leaning over, he started lightly kissing Sean.  The other boy kissed back and as he did, Kyle looke over and saw some surprise on Joe’s face.  But it was pleasant surprise and that was good.  There was no objections on Joe’s part to what they were doing.

Taking his other hand, Kyle began running his hands up and down Sean’s naked and hard body.  Sean took the hint and started to do the same. They kept jacking each other, even though both of them had started to get really close.  They knew they had to do their best to not cum, though. It would ruin what they had planned.

As they continued making out and jacking and feeling each other, Kyle kept his eye on Joe.  The boy was getting hotter and hotter watching the action on the bed.  After a while, he stopped hiding his hardon and that was what Kyle had been waiting for.  The moment he did, Kyle broke away from Sean and stood up from the bed.

“What are you doing?” Joe asked, the horniness very evident in his voice.  “I didn’t tell you to get up yet.”

Ignoring what Joe was saying, Kyle dropped down in front of Joe. Reaching forward, he grabbed Joe’s crotch and started kneading the hard cock through his baggy jeas.  Joe’s eyes grew wide and he knew he should stop, but he didn’t at first.  No one had ever touched his cock before in his life and he liked the feeling way too much.  When Kyle knew he had Joe where he wanted him, he reached up and slowly unzipped Joe’s jeans. The boy started breathing very heavy.  Kyle pulled the jeans down slowly, revealing a pair of boxers that were being seriously stretched out by his hard cock.  Kyle grabbed the hard cock through the boxers and began to pull on it.  Joe looked like he was going to faint dead away.

After some slow stroking, Kyle then pulled the boxers down. Joe’s cock was about six inches long and it popped out of the boxers.  It was hard and dripping.  Kyle continued to stroke it, making Joe’s eyes cross.

Sean got out of the bed and he came over and he pulled the jeans and the boxers off of Joe’s legs.  The boy put up no resistance.  Then Sean pulled his shirt off so he was naked.  Kyle’s hand on Joe’s cock had the boy in total control.  However, since this was his first time, Kyle knew it might not last very long.  Therefore, he went ahead and pulled Joe up from the chair.  He and Sean led the boy over to the bed and laid him down.  Kyle never took his hand off of the cock.  Joe was hypnotized.

Laying on his back, Kyle went down and put his face close to the cock. He brought his tongue close to it.  Then he looked up at Joe.  “Want me to lick it?”  he asked.

Slowly and dumbly, Joe nodded.

Slowly, Kyle brought his tongue close to the cock.  A long stream of precum revealed Joe’s horniness.  Kyle licked the bottom of the cock all the way to the tip.  Once he got to the top, he took the head into his mouth and start to suck it slowly.  Joe began to sigh with each movement.  His balls began to tightenup and Kyle knew it wouldn’t take long.  He had to get Joe exactly where he wanted him.

Sean began licking Joe’s nipples, getting them hard.  They wanted Joe to be as horny as they possibly could get him.  Kyle began to fondle Joe’s balls as he sucked his cock.  Then, he slowly took his hand down and began to tease Joe’s ass a bit.  As he sucked, he slowly began to insert his finger into Joe to see what would happen.  He tried to move slowly to keep there from being any pain at all.  Joe, however, started moaning and squirming and then tried to get Kyle to insert the finger even faster.

Sean noticed this.  He reached up and kissed Joe on the lips.  Joe didn’t resist.  He knew he should, but he couldn’t.  Everything felt really good.  And if you had sex slaves, they should be made to make you feel good right?  he told himself.

“You like that?”  Sean asked Joe.  Joe nodded.  “What do you want todo?”

Joe didn’t respond.

“Are you close to cumming?”  Sean asked.  Joe nodded again.

“You want to cum?”

Joe nodded.

“Tell us what you want,” Sean asked.

Joe said nothing.

“Tell us or you don’t get to cum,” Sean said.

Joe was surprised to hear his slave telling him that.  If he wanted to cum, then they would make him cum.  That was all there was to it.  he was about to say something, but before he could, Sean reached forward and kissed Joe with a lot of tongue.  He buried his tongue in Joe’s mouth. Then he pulled off, Joe was frustrated and wanted him to keep kissing him.

“Tell us.”

Joe shook his head.  He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t admit it to the slaves.

Kyle stopped sucking Joe off and just held his cock really tightly.  He then began finger fucking Joe with the inserted finger.  Joe’s eyes crossed again and he was begging to cum.  With every finger stroke, Kyle gave Joe’s cock a nice squeeze.  He was able to keep the boy very close to the edge but not let him cum.

“Tell us,” Sean insisted.

Joe kept shaking his head, but he knew he was losing his control on this situation.  The finger kept fucking him and the squeezing of his cock kept him one stroke away from coming.  He was losing all his resolve when Sean asked again,

“Tell us!:

“Fuck me, please!”  Joe found himself yelling against his will.  The moment he did, Kyle gave his cock one stroke and a spurt of cum shot out of his dick.  After waiting a second, Kyle gave another stroke and another shot of cum came out.  He did this a few times before vigorously stroking the cock, milking it of all of its cum.  It took a while and soon joe was literally covered in his own cum.  It was like nothing any of them had ever seen.

“Wow, that’s a lot of cum!”  Sean said.  He looked at Joe and smiled.  “I wonder if you can do it again.”

Joe tried to compose himself.  He was covered in cum, so it wasn;t easy. He looked around.  “Get me my clothes,” he ordered Sean.  All Sean did was laugh.  “Stop lauging at me and do what I say.”

“You won’t be giving any orders anymore, hot boy,” Kyle said.  He let go of the spent cock and stood up.  Going over to Sean’s computer, he turned the monitor on.  Joe’s jaw fell open when he realized that Kyle and Sean had recorded everything on their webcam.

“What the hell,,,” he began but was cut off.

“Things are going to be a little different from here on out,” Sean said.

“And to start with.get on your knees, Joe,” Kyle said.  “Sean and I haven’t came yet.”

Joe didn’t move.

“Well, if you don’t, I think Mark would love to see this video.”

That was all it took.  Joe got out of the bed, and dropped down to his knees.  Sean and Kyle approached him from either side.  He was prepared for whatever was coming.

“Suck as both off, at the same time,” Kyle instructed.  Joe reached up and took a cock in each hand.  There was no secret that he really was enjoying this as he just recently spent cock started getting hard already.

 

Joey and the dreamboy – 2

I was only half aware that the door had been opened.  I felt my hand against my yellow jockstrap.  A wet spot had formed there.  In a haze, I became aware that someone was saying something to me.  “Hey, Joey … it’s time to get up or else you’ll be late to school.”

“Oh,” I replied sleepily.

The door was closed again, my mother satisfied that I had woken up.  What had happened?  Had I dreamed it all?  Surely …  no … oh, shit!  Then I had come twice  already.  Wow, what a dream!  If only this could have been reality.  But the boy from my dream could never be real, could he?  No, unfortunately, it had to have been a dream.  It could not have been real … and that date to work out at his place would never take place.

I punched the blanket in frustration and sat on the edge of the bed.  Wait a minute.  I felt my ass cheeks. They didn’t feel normal, not at all.  I looked down and gulped.  What?  I looked once more and placed my hand on my crotch.  This was impossible.  I didn’t own a pair of underwear like these … and still I was wearing them.  Yes … they were just like that yellow jockstrap which I’d dreamed about.

Was it a dream or not?  I looked around the room but everything was exactly as it supposed to be.  How could I determine if it had been a dream or not?  Damn!!!  The last thing I could do was ask my dream boy that question.  How odd that would be?

But how was I going to determine whether I had dreamed or not?  I thought back to what had happened in the dream.  Hmmm … those white panties … those I had definitely given to my dream boy.  I walked quickly to my dresser and opened my underwear drawer.  I quickly went through the white briefs and counted them.  That didn’t help, as I didn’t know exactly how many pairs I had had.  I sighed deeply.  Maybe a shower would clear my head.

I showered, then started to dress myself.  Carefully I took note of which kind of underwear I put on.  It was a pair of white Bon Giorno brand briefs which always showcased my bulge nicely.  I loved the way they showed off that area of my body.  I finished dressing, grabbed my bag, and thought (just in case) I should slip the yellow jockstrap into the bag, so I did.

Arriving at school I looked around to see if I could meet my dream boy.  (Marco is his name, by the way.)  Second period we had a class together, so I would certainly see him then.

Nervously, I walked to the classroom.  Yes, there he was.  As always, he sat at the rear while I usually sat in one of the front rows.  I went to my usual seat but, before I sat down, we made eye contact.  I’m sure he gave me a tiny nod … just a small sign of recognising me that morning.  But I didn’t get it.  Did all that happen for real?  I was confused now.  Luckily I escaped any questions from the teachers as, most of that hour, I was in a daze … lost in my own world and perhaps in my dream world.

I heard the bell ring and I stood up.  I left as quickly as I could.  I would have liked to have waited, but now was not the time for a meeting.  I was too confused.  

We now had a 30 minute break.  I walked in the direction of the arts side of the building.  This was the area I loved most … music, drawing, painting … it was all wonderful.

Quickly I sneaked into the auditorium.  This is an area where I always came to relax.  There was usually no one there.  I heard the door open behind me again.

“Hey, Joey!  What are you doing here?”

Damn!!!  The two boys from my dream.  Was it a wish fulfilment or ….

They got closer. One was on my right side and the other one on my left.

“Let’s take a look at what he brought for us this time!”

Before I knew it, they’d pulled my bag from my hands.  One of the two opened it and turned it upside down.

Nooooo, I thought.  Dammit.  The jockstrap fell out.  What now?  I felt myself blush as one of the guys bent over and moved towards picking up the jockstrap.

“What have we here?  Hmmm … what a strange piece of clothing!  Like something fags like to wear, isn’t it?”

“I think so,” replied the other.  “And what is it doing in your bag, Joey?”

“Eh … well … I … umm,” I stammered.  They didn’t let me finish.  

“What are we going to do with this now?”

“Give it back,” I shouted.  “Leave me alone!!!”

“Well, that’s not gonna happen.  What shall we do?   Maybe we should help him to put it on?”

“Come here and take your trousers off, Joey,” they demanded.

I stepped backwards but was blocked.  The other boy began to loosen the buttons of my trousers.

“Leave him be,” someone shouted from the other side of the auditorium.  “Leave him alone and get out of here!”

I didn’t know what I’d found more humiliating: my standing there almost in my jockstrap or my dream boy Marco seeing me so helpless.

The two bullies left quickly.

“Sorry that I wasn’t here earlier.  I saw them following you and I figured they were up to no good.”

“I’m glad you were here.  Thank you.”

He put his hand out while he said, “My name’s Marco and you’re Joey, correct?”

“Hmmm … yes.”  I reached out to shake his hand and I felt my knees begin to buckle.

“Here … let me help you.”

“No, that’s OK.  I can do this on my own.”

“No … four hands make light work.”

I deliberately didn’t look at the jockstrap as I began to pack my bag.   He took the stuff that had scattered further away.   He pointed at the jockstrap and said, “They’re quite comfortable, aren’t they?”

I blushed again.  Now what could I say to get myself out of this, I wondered.

“I’ve got one just like that, but I’ve never worn it to school.”

I picked up the jockstrap and put it in my bag.

We were both were getting up now and I could feel the heat of his body … so close and yet so far away.

I looked the other way, but felt him put his hand on my check and slowly rotated it against me tenderly.  Our lips were now only a few inches apart.  I looked directly into his eyes.

Let me know what you think of the story so far email me 

 

Joey and the dream boy – 1

Distracted, I ran to my last class of the day.  Phys Ed is not my favourite period of the day but, since it was the final hour, I could cope with it.  The moment I walked into the dressing room, my heart skipped a beat.  There stood my dream …. my super dream, standing exactly in the spot where I normally would change.  Should I stand next to him?  Or what?  My heart took over from my head and, before I knew it, I was standing beside him.

“Hi!”

“Hey,” he replied.  “Is everything OK?”

“Yes … there’s just another hour and then we can go home.”

“You can say that again.  Fortunately final period is gymnastics … it could be worse.”

“Well, perhaps …” I replied, uncertainly.

He was now showing off his chest.  Something I was always willing to stare at.  I expected him to proceed to put his T-shirt on now.  Instead I saw him slide his hands down and I knew that he had something else planned,  Excited by the prospect, I took several deep breaths.

“Not your favourite class, I’m guessing?” he queried.

“No, not really,’ I replied.  I turned around and began to open my sports bag and got out my T-shirt and shorts.  I changed into my T-shirt and was just undoing the ties for my pants when he continued: “Yeah, I understand how you feel.  With my body, I’m more built for sports than you are, don’t you think?”

To answer that question I had to turn around because there was no way to reply without looking at him.

I looked up and saw that he now wearing just a pair of nice yellow boxer briefs, its opening bulging.  Oh, damn!!!  Would he notice that my first glance was not on his upper body, which I was supposed to be commenting on, but on his underwear, which wasn’t supposed to be what he asked me about.  My cock responded and went from soft to hard in just two or three seconds.

I tried to recall what kind of underwear I’d put on that morning.  I wore boxer briefs occasionally but usually I just chose some kind of brief.  I’d hoped that I’d selected a dark blue or black pair that wouldn’t show very much.  While I was trying to respond to his comments, I pushed my pants down and saw that I’d worn white briefs.  Damn!!  My aroused cock was clearly outlined in my briefs.  I sighed heavily and replied, “Yes, there’s a great deal of difference in our builds.”

I went to take off my shorts.  I waited for him to continue because it would be embarrassing to turn around at that moment.

“You can do something to improve, you know.  A little more work and you’ll become a lot better muscled than you are now.”

“That may be true … but I can’t really convince myself to make the effort.”

“Well, if you want to, I can help you.  I’d be happy to give you some pointers.”

We were both now standing in our underwear … me with my T-shirt on, his chest bare.  I can’t remember a lot about what was happening around us … or even if there was anyone else there … or if we were seen or listened to by anyone else.  The only thing that mattered now was my dream boy.

“How do you see that happening?” I asked bluntly.

“I’ve got a mini-gym in our cellar at home.  You can come over any time.”

“Hmmm … I’ll have to ask my parents if that’s OK.”

“That’s fine.  How about tomorrow?”

My dick had started now to have a life of its own and it was showing off itself nicely in my tighty whities.  Everything I had was on display, even though my T-shirt was hanging down over my crotch.

“Sure … let me know tomorrow if you can come over, OK?”

“That’s fine.”  I started to turn around when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I turned towards him.  He was bent over slightly and his lips were close to my ear.

“I’m glad to see that not every muscle needs a lot of work.”  I blushed.  I stood there wondering.  I took his words as a compliment, but did he mean it the way I took it?  I turned, closed my eyes, and saw the image of my dream boy:  nice shiny brown hair, beautifully shaped eyes, blue in colour, a small nose and a sculpted chest with just a few hairs.  He already had developed a six pack below which rested a pair of yellow boxers which appeared to be well filled.  My cock got even harder now and, before I knew what was happened, my cum was shooting from my dick into my briefs.  At the height of my orgasm, I was only picturing my dream boy.  I wondered … what would happen now?

Had anyone else seen me?  Was it obvious that I’d leaked a wet spot onto my white briefs?  I started to blush, glowing warm except for that cooling wet spot in my briefs.  If I could just turn around!  Had he seen what had happened?  I put my sport shorts on.  I wanted to hide everything as quickly as possible.  After that, I’d look around to see if anyone had seen me.  Carefully I pulled my shorts up over my wet white briefs.  Then I stood up.  I looked in a different direction from where my dream boy was standing.  In that direction, there was no one.  I turned my head and there were a number of other classmates on that side.  But it seemed as if no one was looking at me.  As I finished my turn, I knew I’d be standing eye to eye with him again, my dream boy.  I just hoped he’d have started to dress, too.  I felt even more blood rush to my face.

“I’m ready,” I said quietly.

“Ummm … and your shoes, too?” he said with a smile.

My blush deepened.  Of course he was right.

He grabbed his shoes as well and sat down.  I was happy that he’d already put on his T-shirt and sport shorts as well.  I’m not sure if I could have kept myself standing if he hadn’t been dressed.  I picked up my shoes and sat alongside him.

“Yes, I’m really looking forward to tomorrow, Joey.  I’ll enjoy teaching you some moves.”

Damn!  What was he talking about?  I just needed to keep my head straight.

“I’ll be honest, Marco.  I’m not looking forward to it but you’re right … I could use the exercise.”

“Just don’t let any of the others bother you.  Let them gossip.”

I looked at him now with a questioning look.

“Yeah, I know, Joey.  You’re bullied from time to time and at Phys. Ed., you’re always the last to be chosen.”

“Well … that’s true ….”

“But we’re going to change all that.”

I didn’t know exactly what he meant.  Was I some kind of project for him?  He was still rummaging around in his bag.  I saw him take something out.  I couldn’t see what it was.

Whispering he then added, “Well, maybe it’s not so nice having that wet spot.  It isn’t much but maybe these will help.”  I felt blood rush to my face again.  Nooooo … he must have noticed!  How the heck was that possible?  I hesitated when he put his hand out to me.  I looked to see what he was handing me.  It was some kind of underwear, yellow in colour.  I didn’t respond to him directly.  He then whispered again, “It smells as well, just a little.”  I looked at him directly.  He nodded towards his hand.  Damn … I couldn’t change into them here in the locker room.  Everyone would notice.

“Just go to the toilet and clean your briefs, then put those on instead.  I’ll wait for you.  Oh, it’s a jockstrap, by the way.  But it’s clean.”

A jockstrap!  I hadn’t heard of such a thing before.  I took it from his hand.  His touch brought a new shock.  I felt my cock start to come back to life again.  I got up and walked to the toilet.  I quickly pulled my shorts and wet briefs down.  With some toilet paper, I cleaned the spot.  Then I got into the jockstrap.  There was no rear, only what looked like strips of cloth.  The front closed tightly around my balls and dick and left nothing to the imagination.   I looked sexy, very sexy, I must say.  I pulled my shorts on again and went back to the dressing room.  My dream boy laughed.  “That was fast,” he quipped.  I wanted to put my wet white briefs back in my bag, but he whispered, “Please let me have them.”  I blushed again and handed him the white briefs.  He looked at them for a moment and then put them into his bag.  “I’ll give them back to you tomorrow.”

“That’s fine … and I can give yours back as well.”

“Fine.  Let’s go and see what sport we’re practising today.”

Once we got to the gymnasium, we were the last students to arrive.  The judo mats were out … not a sport I liked.  It involved too much physical contact and required muscles I didn’t have.

“Oh, there you are,” said the physical education teacher.  “You two are lucky.  We’ve paired up everybody except for those two there.”  I looked at who he pointed to: two solid muscular guys from another class.  That could only mean one thing – losing again and again … but I was used to that.

What I did not expect was that, during the following 30 minutes, there was a lot more than normal bodily contact.  I didn’t know whether that was actually the case, or if it just seemed so because I was wearing a jockstrap that exposed my ass rather than my usual briefs.  I felt every touch in a very soft and almost sensual way.

Oh, damn, I thought.  My hormones are definitely in overdrive today!  Every time I laid on the mat, I felt hands, arms and legs on places where I wished I wasn’t feeling them.  My cock had a mind of its own and remained embarrassingly stiff.  It jumped a bit occasionally, but those funny underwear made sure that my front didn’t show that much.  My dream boy did a little bit better against his opponent, in particular because he was somewhat stronger.  But he got knocked down quite a few times, too.  Whenever that happened, we both just got up again and we looked at each other.  I felt recharged just by his warm smile, that soft gaze of encouragement.  Not that it helped all that much as, once back to the judo, I was once again quickly thrown to the mat.

I’d taken a lot of pummelling when the physical education teacher said we were done for that afternoon.

“Enough of that,” said my dream boy when he moved beside me.

“Yes, that was painful.”

“Next time, we really must be on time.  If we had been, then I’m sure this wouldn’t have happened,” he said with a grin.

I didn’t know whether he expected a response so I didn’t say anything.

“Come on, let’s change and then go home.”

I realized at that point that I was about to expose that yellow … hmmm, what was it called again?  A jockstrap, according to the rest of my classmates.  I’d better hurry up then, I thought.  I arrived at my locker to see that there was hardly any of the usual horsing around going on.  It seemed like everyone was busy trying to get dressed so they could leave as quickly as possible.  So I followed suit, not saying a word.  I didn’t dare look at my dream boy but I felt his presence beside me.  He seemed to be changing just as quickly as I was.  I was cycling home, so I wanted to go to the toilet before I left.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, OK?” I said to my dream boy.

“Yes, great.  I’ll wait for you outside the school if that’s OK?”

“Sure, ” I responded.

When I came back from the toilet, everyone was gone except for two of my classmates who loitered behind.

I wanted to get my bag when one of them said, “So you’re becoming friends with Marco all of a sudden?”

Oh, damn!  This was the kind of conversation I’d wanted to avoid.

“Well …. ”

Before I could go any further the other one interjected, ” And what kind of underwear were you wearing?  Some of those queer underwear?”

“What?”  I felt myself starting to blush again.

“You get off when we say stuff like that to you, don’t you,  Joey?”

I didn’t know what to say.  I grabbed my bag and turned around.  I’d felt my dick start to harden.

“Go ahead … run away … but we’ll get the truth out of you another time.”

I walked away quickly and went to get my bike … relieved to be away from those bullies.  Until now it had only been verbal abuse and I hoped it would remain just that.

There was nobody at home when I arrived.  I quickly went to my room, sat on my bed and, in my head, replayed the scene again.  My hand instantly moved in the direction of the yellow jockstrap.  Quickly enough inch by inch the image of the body of my dream boy came to my mind again.  The whole scene of that day returned … what delicious thoughts! … and I looked ahead to tomorrow when I would be alone with him, in his room, in only a pair of sports shorts.  I would see those delicious legs and ….

And then the door opened.

Well love to hear what you think of this new story so far. It got a few more chapters comming soon. Email me 

chapter 2 of joey and the dreamboy

Joey en de droomjongen – 6

Ik raakte het aan en … ja dat had ik ook in mijn droom gezien. Dat exacte flesje. Ik wilde het openen maar durfde ook weer niet goed. Als dit echt van hem was dan.. of was het gewoon dat van mij. Had ik dat in mijn droom gedaan. Had ik……was dat waarom dat Tjeezzz dit werd echt steeds gekker.

Ik schudde het even van me af. Ik had nog een klein uurtje om te douche, geld te pakken, te ontbijten en klaar te zijn voor als Anita kwam. En ja ik stond buiten te wachten toen ze aan kwam rijden. Ze opende de deur voor mij.

“Kijk mooi op tijd” zei ze terwijl ze rustig over mijn schouder naar mijn huis keek.

Verdomme ik had me niet moeten laten ophalen.

“Ja, ik werd wakker gemaakt door mijn ouders”.

“Ja, wie niet pfff” zei ze.

“Ben je er klaar voor”.

“Ik, wel alleen ik weet niet of jij er ook klaar voor bent”.

“Wel shoppen dat is niet zo lastig toch. Daarna wilde je me in mijn nieuwe outfit aan Marco tonen”.

“Eh.. ok, je begrijpt het niet echt he. We zijn de hele dag bezig. Dit gaan we zo maar niet even doen. En Marco wel die wacht maar tot maandag”.

Oh, blijkbaar kreeg Marco gelijk en was dit iets meer dan een gebeuren Ik keek haar aan. “Ga ik dit leuk vinden Anita”.

“Vertrouw je mij Joey?  Ik weet dat we elkaar gisteren pas ontmoet hebben maar ik ga niets doen dat je niet wilt”.

“ja, dat wel, maar zoals je zegt ik ken je pas. Wat gaan we doen dan?”.

“Wel ik heb een afspraak gemaakt bij een goede kennis. Ze had tijd, wel een van haar werknemers vandaag om ons te helpen. Je kunt er vanuit gaan dat het een paar uurtjes gaat duren”.

“Oh, maar ik weet niet of ik zo veel geld wel heb”.

“Dat is niet nodig. Dit is een cadeau van mij”.

“Ja, maar ….”.

“Sorry Joey maar kan je dat vandaag even vergeten? Je mag altijd later iets voor mij terug doen ok”.

Ik knikte maar wist niet wat ze zou doen. Ik zou dat nooit voor haar kunnen evenaren.

“Relax Joey. Heb je nog een leuke middag met Marco gehad”.

“Ja, was prima. Lekker gezwommen. Dat moet wel geholpen hebben want ik was deze ochtend helemaal niet stijf”.

“Ha….jongens en dan niet ..”  ze stopte midden in de zin. Ik keek haar aan. Ik zag dat ze rood kleurde. “Ok, dat moet ik vandaag maar niet te veel doen. Jij bent dat zeker niet gewend zo te merken. Ik heb een dirty mind zo gezegd”.

“Geeft niet”.

Ik was niet van plan om er nog iets over te zeggen.

“Ja, Marco had al gezegd dat hij genoten had van de middag. Leuke film gezien”.

Oh… verdomme wist zij welke. Ik namelijk niet meer. Oh wel die van vannacht maar niet die van gisteren middag

“Ja best wel”.  Ik liet het daarbij en behalve een glimlach reageerde ze er niet op.

Een minuut of 10 later arriveerde we bij een wel, echt herenhuis kun je wel zeggen. We stapte uit en Anita ging voorop de trapjes op en duwde de deur open. Ik had verwacht dat ze op de bel zou drukken maar dat deed ze niet.

Ik volgde haar naar binnen. We waren in een grote hal aangekomen met in het midden een trap naar boven. We waren niet de enige, verschillende mensen stonden aan tafeltjes een kopje koffie en of thee te drinken. Er liepen ook enkele in uniform geklede mensen rond. Een van hen liep naar ons toe en sprak Anita aan. “U had een afspraak mevrouw”.

“Ja, Petra weet heeft iets voor ons geregeld vertelde me ze gisteren”.

Ik zag hem opkijken toen ze de naam Petra liet vallen. Hij negeerde mij maar reageerde gelijk “Ik vraag het even na en dan is er zo iemand bij u”.

Hij liep weg en binnen 1 minuut kwam een vrouw naar ons toe gevolgd door een knappe man. Iets anders kon ik niet zeggen. “ Hoi Anita, leuk je weer te zien. Niet met Marco zie ik vandaag”.

“nee, na de laatste keer krijg ik die echt niet meer mee Petra. Maar ik heb een nieuw slachtoffer gevonden”.  Petra keek naar mij en moest gezien hebben dat ik verschrikt keek toen Anita slachtoffer zij.

“Ze blaft veel maar bijt niet ehhhhh”.

Ik gaf haar een hand en zei “Joey, mevrouw. Mijn naam is Joey”.

“Oh, zo beleeft ook nog”.

“Julian heb ik helemaal vrij gemaakt dus je kunt je gaan. Ik verwacht dat hij er veel plezier in gaat hebben”.

“Dank je Petra dat waardeer ik zeer”.

“We zullen zien hoeveel straks Anita”.

“Geniet er van Joey en laat het gewoon over je komen. Beloof me een ding kom me even opzoeken voor je gaat ok”.

“Ja, mevrouw is prima”.

“Goed. Julian doe je best ik wil het resultaat zien aan het eind van de dag”.

De jongeman keek verbaasd “Vertrouw je me niet meer Petra”.

“Ja wel maar ik denk dat Anita naar iets bijzonders op zoek is en ik wil zeker zijn dat jij dat ook begrijpt”.

“Tuurlijk Petra” zei hij met een glimlach terwijl hij mij van top tot teen op nam.

“Ik denk dat dat wel moet gaan lukken” vervolgde hij. “Anita leuk je weer te zien. Interessante uitdaging deze keer”.

“Oh, volgens mij ga jij een top dag hebben”.

“We zullen zien, zullen we dan maar gaan beginnen”.

“Lijkt mij een goed plan”.

Ze liepen in de richting van een van de deuren aan de zijkant. Ik bleef even staan. Ik zag een behoorlijk aantal mensen kijken naar ons. Jaloers en ook wel afkeurend. Ja ik zag er nou eenmaal niet uit als de gemiddelde clientèle hier. Mijn kleren waren duidelijk niet up to date als ik dit zo zie.

“He Joey, kom je ook” riep Julian.

Ik volgde ze de ruimte in. Het was groot. Aan een kant een grote spiegel met stoel. Aan de andere kant een rails met kleding verder was het vrij leeg.

“Ok, Joey ik hoop dat je gaat waarderen wat we gaan doen. Misschien niet om mee te beginnen maar ik wil je vragen om me te vertrouwen ok”.

Ik keek hem aan. Hmm tijd om beetje Anita te plagen “Jou ook al”. Zie ik met een wat stuurse blik.

Ik zag Julian kijken naar Anita. “Gedraag je” zei zij al lachend.

“Als jullie dat ook doen. Zo wat is het plan dan”.  Ik probeerde even het heft in handen te nemen.

“Wel, ik wil je eerst eens even goed bekijken. Dus kun je je even uitkleden. Ondergoed mag je aanhouden”.

‘Wat” zei ik met mijn mond open.

“He, geen schaamte toch. Ik kan mijn werk alleen doen als ik je goed kan bekijken dus uit met die kleren”.

Ik keek Anita aan. “Eh, hier”.

“Ja, wat is het verschil tussen ondergoed en die zwembroek die je gisteren aan had” zei ze lachend.

Ja daar had ze ook wel weer gelijk in. “Er komt niemand zo maar binnen lopen” vroeg ik aan Julian.

‘nee, ze weten wel beter als ik bezig ben”.

“Ok, “ ik begon langzaam mijn kleren uit te trekken. Een beetje sensueel. Ik zou ze krijgen. Ze dachten mij voor gek te zetten maar daar trapte ik niet in.

“Phffff, wordt warm in hier” zei Julian. “Schiet nou maar op. Ik kan zo ook wel zien dat je een sexy lichaam hebt onder datgene dat je kleding noemt”.

Ik begon nu een rood gezicht te krijgen. Beetje opgelaten liet ik mijn broek zakken en trok ook mijn sokken uit.

“Ok, ga hier maar even staan”.

Hij wees naar een kruis dat op de grond stond.

Ik liep daar naar toe en ging er staan. “Ok, nu even stil staan ja”.

Ik keek om naar waar hij stond. Ik zag hem met een muis bewegen. “Stil staan zij ik. Graag recht voor uit kijken”.

“Wat ben je aan het doen?”.

“Oh, ik neem je maten op. Niet zo leuk als handmatig maar zeker zo snel”.

“Met een computer” vroeg ik.

“Ja, speciaal 3D programma”.

Hij kwam terug gelopen en ging naast Anita in een stoel zitten. “Stil blijven staan ja. Dit duurt ongeveer 5 minuten”.

“Oh, ok”.

“Wat wil je allemaal voor hem aanschaffen Anita”.

Ze begonnen nu een gesprek zonder dat ze aandacht aan mij schonken. Ik kon me niet bewegen en af en toe probeerde ik er wel tussen te komen maar ze negeerde mij totaal.

“Ok, dus als ik het samenvat. Je wilt voor hem 2 paar jeans, een nette broek, een aantal T-shirts voor school, een paar voor stappen, sport kleding en een zwembroek”.

“Ja, dat is het wel. Ok, als jij de kleuren noteert en een beetje gaat kijken wat er allemaal is dan zijn we goed op weg”.

“Ok, wanneer komt … “ begon Anita.

“Over 10 minuten of zo” onderbrak Julian.

“Komt wie” vroeg ik aan hen beide.

Ze negeerde me. Anita ging naar de andere kant waar een groot scherm was en een rek met kleding stond.

“Gewoon aanklikken maar dat weet je vast wel” zei Julian die terug liep naar zijn muis.

Een momentje later kwam hij terug naar mij toe.

‘Dank je Joey dat is in 1 keer goed gegaan. Hij stond nu voor me en begon met zijn handen over mijn lichaam te gaan.  Sorry maar ik weet ook graag waar ik mee werk. De computer geeft me wel de mate maar daar blijft het bij.  Hm, niet zo gespierd is het wel”.

“Eh, nee” antwoorde ik terwijl ik moeite deed om dit niet erotisch te vinden. Hij had hele zachte handen en glimlachte alsof hij precies wist wat hij met me deed.

Hij knielde voor me neer en zijn handen gingen nu langs de zijkant van mijn benen naar beneden. “Hm, meer gespierd hier. Beter. Wat ben je van plan Joey meer te bewegen en je spieren te ontwikkelen of wil je zo blijven”.

“Marco heeft hem onder zijn hoede genomen” Anita antwoorden snel voordat ik kon antwoorden.

“Goed, dat maakt hem nog beter. Ik zou niet zo ver gaan als Marco Joey maar beetje meer maakt het lichaam alleen maar mooier”.

Hij was nu aan de binnenkant van mijn benen omhoog aan het gaan en toen hij mijn slipje aanraakte moest ik een keer diep adem halen. Mijn lul stond al half mast op dat moment.

“Hmm, lekker ding heb je. Laat het maar even groeien ja. Ik moet een idee hebben van het hele lichaam”.

Ik voelde hoe ik opnieuw het schaamrood op mijn kaken kreeg terwijl mijn lul langzaam omhoog sprong. Het werd nog erger toen Anita er aan toevoegde “Ja, en die ballen mogen er volgens mij ook zijn”.

Ze keek nu niet, zat met de rug naar mijn rug toe dus dat was onmogelijk. Ze moest het gisteren aan het zwembad beter geobserveerd hebben dan ik dacht.

“Hmm, ja je hebt gelijk” zei Julian terwijl hij met zijn handen zachtjes mijn ballen masseerde. Hij liet ze los en in plaats daarvan gleden ze sensueel over mijn billen.

“Hmm, nice stevige billen ook. Hij is nog beter om mee te werken dan Marco weet je Anita. Die had gewoon te veel spieren. Dit is veel mooier, stevig, niet te gespierd en mooie proporties. Just perfect” zei hij terwijl hij op stond.

Ik geloof niet dat ik nog roder kon worden dan dat.

“Oh, ik hou er van als iemand niet weet hoe knap en goed gevormd hij is. Jij gaat een hele leuke week tegemoet Joey. Je weet niet wat je gaat over komen”.

“Ik keek hem vragend aan”.

“Je weet toch dat Anita een complete make over heeft geregeld. Je gaat herboren weg hier aan het eind van de dag”.

“Maar eerst. Doe dit shortje maar aan. Dan sta je wat minder te kijk. Je zou Francis dadelijk anders te veel afleiden”.

“Francis? “.

“Ja, terwijl ik ga werken aan de ontwerpen gaan we eerst eens kijken wat we met je haar kunnen”.

“Oh”.

“Ben jij al klaar Anita”.

“nee niet klaar maar ik wil even met Joey praten, maar er is genoeg voor je om mee te beginnen”.

Ik trok snel mijn shortje aan. Niet veel kleding maar beter dan waar ik net alleen in stond.

“Kom hier even zitten Joey”.

Ik zakte naast Anita op de stoel. “Julian heeft gelijk weet je. Marco overdrijft een beetje. Jij ziet er veel beter uit al met al. En nee dat zeg ik niet om je te plagen of zo. Ik meen dat”.

Ik glimlachte verlegen naar haar. “ Ik ben zo veel complimenten niet gewend Anita”, zei ik eerlijk.

“Weet ik, geef niet maar raak er maar aan gewend”.

“Hoe bedoel je. Wacht maar af later vanmiddag”.

“Ok, maar waarom doe je dit allemaal voor mij”. Het was een vraag waar ze toch echt ergens een antwoord op schuldig zou zijn. Ik wist nu dat dit niet duur was maar gewoon heel heel erg duur.

“Ik zal eerlijk met je zijn. Pff dit is niet makkelijk. Laat ik beginnen te zeggen dat als je geen homo was ik waarschijnlijk alles had gedaan om je in bed te krijgen want je bent gewoon heerlijk Joey. Maar ja, dat zal nooit gebeuren dus …. “ ze stopte toen ze mijn gezicht met open mond zag.

“Je bent toch homo Joey, dat had ik toch bij het rechte eind”.

“Eh, ja maar hoe….. “.

Ze sloeg haar arm om me heen toen ze zag dat er tranen in mijn ogen begonnen te komen.

“Rustig maar Joey. Je bent veilig bij mij ja”.

Ik knikte omdat ik dat wist maar ik kon nog geen woorden uitbrengen.

We zaten zo even stil. Ik keek haar weer aan “ Hoe wist je het, zie ik er zo homo over duidelijk uit”.

“nee, helemaal niet. Het was meer hoe Marco en jij om elkaar heen dansen”.

“Oh, maar ik heb niets laten merken aan Marco, ik weet dat hij zo niet is”.

Ze begon te lachen. “Joey, Joey… misschien weet Marco het zelf  nog niet. Misschien is hij het ook niet maar jullie tweeën dat is voor bestemd weet je”.

Ik keek haar met stomme verbazing aan.

“Ik heb jullie bezig gezien aan het sporten gisteren. De seksuele spanning spetterde er van af”.

“oh, eh.. wanneer heb je ons …”.

“Laatste deel …”.

“Eh.. dus toen we…”.

“Ja, waarom dacht je anders dat ik wist dat je grote mooie ballen had”.

Ik kleurde helemaal rood weer.

“Geeft niet Joey.. je bent een fantastische schoonbroer”.

“Je denkt dat Marco..”.

“Ja, daar twijfel ik niet aan. Zoals gezegd misschien weet hij dat zelf nog niet maar dat zal morgen wel anders zijn”.

“Je bedoelt…”.

“ja, waarom denk je dat ik dit doe. Een beetje voor jou maar ook voor mijn broer ..”.

“Weet hij dat we hier zijn”.

“Misschien al hoewel toen ik met hem ging had ik twee maanden van te voren geboekt dus ik denk dat hij dit niet vermoed”.

Op dat moment ging de deur open. Een flamboyante 20-er kwam de ruimte in lopen. “Je hebt geluk gehad Anita. Ik had een dag je vrij gepland maar het was zulk slecht weer”.

Ik keek Anita aan, dat viel toch wel mee dacht ik.

“Ja, in jou wereld wel Francis maar jou pech is ons geluk. Hier ik wil je voorstellen aan Joey”.

Ik stak mijn hand aan die met enthousiasme door Francis geschud werd terwijl hij met zijn ogen mijn lichaam afging.

“Hoi Joey, dat wordt een prachtig werk vandaag zo te zien. Je weet ze wel uit te zoeken Anita”.

Terwijl hij dat laatste zei begon hij ook langzaam met zijn handen door mijn haren heen te gaan. Echt een kapper dacht ik.

“Oh, en dit is lekker om mee te werken. Beetje dik, goede lengte en zonder krullen of zo. Je weet dat ik daar niet van hou”.

“Klopt Francis, ik moest ook gelijk aan jou denken toen ik gisteren Julian belde”.

“Prima. Wel kom eens mee Joey dan zullen we eens even kijken wat we kunnen gaan doen”.

Hij liep naar de stoel en pas toen hij daar aangekomen was zag hij dat ik nog steeds zat.

“He, is er iets, kom dan kunnen we beginnen”.

“Eh, wel. Julian, Anita. Even jullie aandacht graag”.

Anita keek mij aan. Julian draaide zich om.

“Even voor alle duidelijkheid. Ik vind het prima en vertrouw jullie helemaal maar die onder onsjes onderling en het negeren van mij gedurende die onder onsjes daar heb ik het wel mee gehad. Dus als je wilt dat we door gaan dan graag mij er bij betrekken en vertellen wat je gaat doen ok”.

“Oh, de little cub krijgt tanden” Julian zei.

Ze knikte wel alle drie en ik stond op en liep naar Francis.

“Ok, wat ik ga doen is verdeeld in een paar stappen Joey. Ik ga eerst even kijken wat ik allemaal kan met je haar. Dat betekent veel handen werk en af en toe wat hulpmiddelen. Als ik besloten heb wat te doen dan ga ik even overleggen met Julian over kleuren en style want moet wel aansluiten bij je kleding. Dan komt het modeleren of te wel knippen in plat Nederlands gevolgd door door mogelijk kleur of iets anders. Of er nog meer gedaan moet worden dat hoor ik dat nog wel van Julian of Anita. Voldoende uitgelegd?”.

“Ja, helder, maar met kleur wat bedoel je dan”.

“Oh, wel kleur of lichter of donkerder of wat dan ook”.

“Oh, maar geen geel of groen of zo”.

“nee, zeker niet daar hoef je je niet bang voor te maken. Je zei dat je ons vertrouwde dus doe dat ook maar”.

Gedurende een uur of zo was Francis druk in de weer met mijn haar. Ik had Anita en Julian op de achtergrond horen praten maar eigenlijk zat ik gewoon lekker in mijn stoel beetje weg te dromen.

“Je bent nu stijf ook he, terwijl je er over praat” hoorde ik iemand zeggen.

“Ja, sorry het is zo vreemd. Ik snap er niets van”.

“komt nog wel broertje, komt nog wel. Geniet van je heerlijke dromen, is toch allemaal maar bedrog”.

“Dat weet je niet, niet bij ons”.

“Ja, maar die komen pas later dus dat zal nog echt wel even duren”.

“weet ik, maar toch. Het blijft raar. Ik werd echt wakker van een heerlijke droom. Ik weet ook zeker dat ik ben klaar gekomen, maar toch geen spoor er van”.

“Das lachen, ben je vergeten hoe het moet”.

“Ja, lach jij maar”.

Ik besefte dat ik weer in het huis was van Marco. Dat moet het jongste broertje zijn, diegene die ik nog niet gezien had. Hij was ook een lekker ding. Ja nog niet zo’n gespierde body als dat van Marco maar je kon wel degelijk de gelijkenis zien. Ik voelde hoe mijn jongeheer zich weer ging oprichten. Ik merkte dat Marco aan die droom van vannacht zat te denken. Wow, hij had er echt van genoten. Zou Anita dan toch gelijk hebben. Marco zat te dagdromen want ik voelde bijna letterlijk hoe hij mijn lul weer in zijn mond nam en …. Langzaam begon te zuigen, met zijn tong vooruit richting mijn ballen.

“Ah…. “ zei ik nog net in staat om het zachtjes te doen.

“Ik raakte je toch niet” zei Francis die mij aan het knippen was.

“Nee, nee. Is ok” bracht ik zachtjes uit terwijl ik merkte hoe Marco genoot van mijn jongeheer, mijn liefdespaal. Bij zoog nog een keer diep en ik wist wat er toen ging gebeuren. Wow dus zo voelde dat. Mijn liefdespaal begon te kloppen en het was net alsof ik het sperma er door heen voelde gaan. Op dat moment begon ik het weer te proeven in mijn mond. Mijn eigen zaad. Marco was echt alles aan het herleven. Betekent dat …. Oh ja hij trok even aan zijn lul en daar… ja daar schoot ook zijn sperma het potje in dat hij had gepakt. Ik kreunde als of ik gelijk klaarkwam met hem. “Ohhhhh “ shit dacht ik niet weer.

“Gaat het Joey” Francis vroeg weer.

Ik opende mijn ogen en zag hem duidelijk naar mijn kruis staren.

“Eh.. ja, sorry maar ik was even in slaap gevallen”.

“Oh is dat het noemen we het zo”.

Wat ik niet gemerkt had, was dat Anita inmiddels naast hem stond.
“eh… mag ik even Francis. Ik denk dat het goed is dat ik even een onder onsje met Joey heb. Kijk jij even wat Julian aan het doen is, hij is inmiddels een stuk verder.

Francis begreep de hint.

“Eh. Joey ben jij zojuist eh… wel je weet wel ….”.

Ik kleurde niet een beetje rood maar heel erg.

“Ok, dat geeft niet. Maar was jij in Marco zijn hoofd zojuist”.

“Wat bedoel je wel” vroeg ik haar.

“Well, ………

Ok, langzaam komen we naar een eind toe van dit verhaal denk ik…. Hoop dat jullie het nog steeds leuk vinden. Berichtjes zijn welkom.