My Boss’ Son

By Keegan Kennedy

Copyright: March 2013

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Prude alert: This is a work of fiction.  This work contains sex. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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My Boss’ Son

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My Boss’ Son

It had been a long-ass, back-breaking week. Of course, working construction did not usually make for an easy one, especially under the burning August sun. I couldn’t complain, though. At 31, I was the foreman for Hancock Construction - the number one builders in New Orleans. Even though I was the foreman in charge of operations, I did my share of hard work. Luckily, my boss, Mr. Reynolds Hancock, gave me free reign. That was a good thing. After all, I didn’t like getting orders...I liked giving them....

It was Friday at 5:45 in the afternoon. All of the guys had clocked out at 5:00, and I was on my fourth beer from the fridge in the office trailer on our new construction site, which was another mini-mall or some kind of shit like that. 

I was too damn young to be this sore. After work, I had stripped down to my tank top, jeans and boots. Every muscle in my 6 foot, 4 inch frame was aching, and my dogs were barking in my sized 16 cowboy boots. With my feet propped up on a foot stool, I was watching the local news and just kicking back on the old sofa in the office trailer. Despite the fact that hanging out at work was a little sad, it wasn’t like a hot bottom to go home to...anymore.

Just a month ago, my boy, Tommy, and I had broken up. We had only been together for a few months, but I had grown a little attached to him. He was young, though. 19 and just discovering the gay scene...the good, the bad and the ugly.... I reckoned that Tommy had his fill of being my submissive bottom boy and doing as I told him. Instead, he had made some new friends and decided that he wanted to go out and party every single night in The French Quarter. Sure, I liked to drink and have a good time, but a man with a full-time job can’t keep up with that pace. Hell, I didn’t even want to.

When a submissive boy stops being doing what his top tells him, he ain’t much of a submissive anymore.

I missed Tommy, but it hadn’t been a love thing. Maybe one day it could’ve been. Fuck it. It was said and done now.

Anyway, I was pondering going out to scope me out a new boy. I wouldn’t be by myself, though. I did still had plenty of old friends out there to have some beers with. Still, it sounded like a hell-uva lot of work to me. Damn, was I getting old after all?

Opening my fifth canned beer and sitting back down with my feet propped up in front of the small black and white TV, I heard the door to the trailer open. I looked across the small mobile office and spotted the short, broad-shouldered frame of Hardy Hancock coming through the door frame.

Hardy Hancock was a gorgeous boy. At 18, he stood at 5 foot, 9. He had black, short cropped hair and eager blue eyes. Entering his senior year of high school, he was the quarterback of his private school’s football team.

Hardy was the complete package. He was masculine and ripped. The kid had a body to die for. He had muscle-bound shoulders, pumped up pecs and arms. The boy did not seem to have an ounce of fat on him. He had incredible abs, which he was never shy about showing off. His thighs could crack walnuts, and his calves bulged with muscle. He was damn near perfect. I had jerked off many times thinking about all the things that I would do to the kid.

For the last two years, every time that we were alone, Hardy had come onto me. So, you may be asking yourself why I had not acted on his advances…. Well, there were two good reasons. The first being that until recently he had been jailbait, and the last thing I ever wanted was to show up on the 6:00 news as some pedophile. But most importantly, Hardy was the boss’ son.

Physically, I was not frightened of my boss, Reynolds Hancock. I could take him easily in a fight. But money and power can be a much stronger weapon than brute force.

“Sup, Wes,” he said, coming in out of the heat. He had a smile on his handsome, young face that thinly veiled an ulterior motive. From his attire, he had just finished football practice. He had on a tight red crop-top, half-tee, which showed off those smooth abs of his. He was also wearing some tight blue athletic shorts, no-show white socks and some black Nikes.

“Hardy,” I replied with a nonchalant nod of my head.

I had a feeling that I was about to be chased around the bed again…not literally of course.

I had worked for Reynolds Hancock from six years, and I had first met Hardy when he was 12. So, I’d seen the kid grow up. Regardless, he’d matured into one hot little stud boy.

Back in the day when he would visit our jobs, I could tell that he had looked up to me. Shortly after he had started coming around to the job sites, I had saved his life from a falling beam. The boy had started idolizing me and following me around like a puppy. Mr. Hancock had promoted me.

I could tell that the boy yearned for masculine attention and influence. To me, it seemed like Hardy and his infant half-sister always took a back seat to his old man counting his money.

The hero worship had soon developed into a noticeable crush. As he had started to grow into manhood, Hardy had become aggressive about his desire for me.

Two years ago, at the Fourth of July barbeque celebration at Mr. Hancock’s mansion, Hardy had cornered me. I had killed eight beers and had to take a piss. So, I had left my co-workers and the other party goers outside and had entered the mansion. After I had drained the lizard, I had found the boy waiting for me outside of the guest bathroom. At first, I had thought nothing of it, but Hardy had said that he had something that he wanted to talk about. So, I had followed him back to his room, where he had grabbed my crotch in my jeans and point blank told me that he wanted to suck my cock.

At first, I had reeled from his bold move. Being the red-blooded American total top man that I am, I had gotten hard in my jeans. Hardy had been on his knees in front of me and unzipping my jeans before I had stopped him.

Sure, I had looked and wondered what it’d be like with his legs over my shoulders a few times, but the kid had been jailbait and my boss’ son!

So, I had shrugged off his advance and had been consistently avoiding him for the last two years. Of course, being a rich, cocky boy, Hardy was used to getting what he wanted and apparently what he wanted was me! On three other occasions, he had attempted the same thing…twice at holiday gatherings at the boss’ house, and once he had actually shown up at my apartment.

Don’t get me wrong…. Being semi-stalked by a hot jockboy, who had the potential of being an incredible bottom, was sort of flattering and terrifying at the same time. I mean, Hardy wasn’t crazy, but he apparently he wanted my cock real bad.

Having just turned 18 last week, I had a sinking feeling about Hardy’s surprise visit to the job site….

He approached me and took a seat next to me on the old sofa in the trailer. My heart began to pound in my chest, and I nervously gulped down about half of my can of beer. Being a man of 6 foot 4 with a brawny and muscular body myself, there wasn’t a lot that made me nervous, but this boy did.

Hardy Hancock was trouble incarnate!

“So what brings ya by, Hardy?” I asked, trying not to look at his unbelievably beautiful face or that smooth, muscled body of his.

“I was looking for my Dad,” he replied in his deep voice. “Danny just dropped me off from football practice, and I was hoping that he could give me a ride home.”

I looked over and gave the boy a skeptical look. “Your dad has flown to Atlanta on business. He hasn’t been in all day. You knew this, didn’t ya?”

Hardy gave me a sheepish grin, which showcased his adorable dimples. “Oh, I must’ve forgot. So, can you give me a ride home, Wes?”

“Where’s your car?”

“It’s…uh…in the shop,” he replied hesitantly.

I knew the kid was lying, and he knew that I knew that he was lying. I supposed this was all part of his game.

“Yeah, kid, I can drop ya off at home,” I said as I started to get up off of the old couch.

“There’s no hurry,” he replied quickly. “Say, can I have a beer with ya?”

I gave him a grudging smile. “Yeah,” I muttered. “Beers in the fridge.”

“Thanks,” he replied as the tension between us filled the trailer.

I could not help but watch as he stepped over to the mini-fridge, which was in my line of sight. He bent over, showing me that incredible bubble butt of his. I could see the frame of his jockstrap underneath the tight fabric of those blue training shorts. Damn, I loved jockstraps on a boy.

The little, jockboy fucker was putting on a show for me.

Despite my best efforts, my cock began to stir in my jeans.

Turning back toward me, he shot me a dazzling smile and opened the pop top off of the beer. He sat back down on the couch, but this time he had moved about two inches closer to me.

“You know that I just turned 18 last week,” Hardy said, taking a swig of the beer.

He was now sitting so close to me that I could feel the heat of his body through my jeans. “Yeah, your dad said something about that,” I replied, trying to keep my eyes on the TV.

“Well, I’m not a minor anymore,” the boy stated. “You told me countless times that ya didn’t want to do anything illegal.” He put his hand on my left thigh. I could feel his energy permeating through the denim of my jeans. “I’m legal now, Wes. There’s nothing stopping us from being together.”

For an instant, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his hand and fingers slowly starting to move up my leg. My resistance won out, and I grabbed his right hand by the wrist to pull it off of my leg. Instead of pulling his hand away, Hardy twisted his arm and took my large hand into his. I could not help but notice how good his small hand felt in mine.

I turned toward him. “Look,” I began shakily as I rubbed the blonde scruff on my chin. “It’s just that I work for your dad. If things got outta hand between us, he could find out.”

“So….”

“So,” I continued. “I could lose my job or worse…. Your dad could hire some goons to break my legs or cut my dick off.”

Hardy chuckled as he ran his fingers in my palm. “He wouldn’t do that.”

“Wanna bet?” I questioned sharply.

I wouldn’t have put anything past Reynolds Hancock. I had seen the man take part in many questionable dealings with many shady people.

“Look,” Hardy began with his blue eyes looking into my green ones. “I’ve been in love with you for years…ever since you saved my life from that falling beam.”

I could not help but roll my eyes. Love? Hardy loved me? What the hell?

“We’ve been over this before. You speak of love, but you’re just a kid, Hardy,” I reasoned. “I’m a grown man, and you have your whole life ahead of you. This crush will pass.” I let go of his hand and put it down on his leg.

Hardy gave me a deeply hurt look. “I’ve been in love with you for six years, Wes. I know this isn’t a passing crush. And don’t play that kid shit on me!”

“I’m an old man, Hardy. Don’t ya want a boy around your own age?”

“No!” He exclaimed. “And 31 is not old. It is perfect.” He paused thoughtfully. “In fact, everything about you is perfect from your short, curly blonde hair to that working man’s hard body that you have…. I know what I want, and I want you, man! And I know you want me too! Admit it!”

I got up from the couch and looked down into his pleading eyes. “Yeah, I do want ya, Hardy!” I exclaimed with a sigh. “I want you worse than I ever wanted any other boy!”

In a flash, he was up from the old sofa and standing underneath me…just inches away. “If you give me a chance, I would do anything to please you.”

“I know ya would,” I replied huskily as my cramped 11-inch cock shot to full attention. “But this can’t happen.”

Hardy looked down at my large bulge, and he smiled. “Your body is telling me something different, big guy…. I see it in those tight jeans of yours and on your handsome, rugged face.”

It was true. I couldn’t hide it from him. I shook my head in one last-ditch attempt at denial. “You are biting off more than you can chew, Hardy. I am a demanding man….”

He put his strong arms around my waist. He hugged me like a child seeking attention. I could feel his muscular body through his clothes. “I know you’re tough and in charge…. I’ve watched you for years,” he admitted.

“You don’t get it. I’m a dominant, total top guy. I don’t think you could take what I dish out, boy.”

“That’s what I want, Wes. I want a big, strong demanding man like you. It’s all I ever wanted! I would be willing to do anything that you say…. I would do anything to make you happy.”

And with that, my resolve melted. I fell through the looking glass. Reason was now gone, and the alpha male top in me took control of me like some sort of split personality. You can only back a man in a corner for so long until he comes out fighting....

Grabbing his wrists from around my waist, I moved them quickly behind his back and pulled the boy into me.

Holding his wrists forcefully behind him, I looked down into his suddenly hopeful eyes. “You really wanna be my boy?”

“Yes!”

Hardy had toyed with me and pursued me for so long that I decided that it was time to take charge of this situation once and for all. Of course, the beers and my hard cock had a great deal to do with this.

“Fine! I like a boy who does as he’s told! Anything that I tell him to do! I am the boss in and out of the bedroom! Do you understand me, boy?!”

He gulped. “Yes, Wes.”

I gripped his wrists tighter. “For starts, you will call me Sir from now on!”

Hardy nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sir!”

With my dominant nature now in control, I smirked down at him. “Okay, boy, I will give you an audition.”

He looked puzzled. “Uh, yes, Sir.”

“You will do anything that I say without question, and you will answer all questions truthfully!”

I could feel his boner pressing from behind the pouch of his jock into my leg.

“Yes, Sir.”

Hardy was hungry. He wanted to be controlled. He sorely needed this, and I was the man for the job!

I released his wrists and grabbed him by his face. My lips covered his, and my tongue filled his mouth. His tongue was passive, and his kiss was affectionate and needy. As our kiss intensified, his arms went around my shoulders, and I grabbed him around his rock-hard waist.

With my eyes closed, I saw stars and explosions in my mind. The feel of his soft lips under my aggressive kiss sent waves of excitement up and down my spine. The kiss was nothing short of magical. It actually made me weak in the knees, but the boy did not need to know that. I had to fight hard not to get lost in our first kiss.

Pulling back from Hardy, I peered down at the football jock with stern eyes. “Strip out of all your clothes…except for that jockstrap, boy!”

He gave me a lusty smile. “Yes, Sir.”

After grabbing another beer out of the mini-fridge, I plopped back down on the couch as he started to undress before me. My bulge was rubbing against my tight jeans.

With his eyes fixed on mine, he pulled off his red crop-top over his head. I devoured his pumped-up chest and arms and those incredible abdominals of his.

In the past, I had noted that Hardy was on the smooth side, but his body seemed to be completely hairless from the neck down.

After taking a huge gulp of beer, I asked him. “Do you shave your body, boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” he replied, kicking off his black trainers.

“What body parts do you shave?” I inquired with my eyes still sharply fixed on him.

“I shave my arms, armpits, crotch, legs, Sir.”

As he reached over and pulled off his white no-show, below-the-ankle socks, I continued with my erotic interrogation. “Why do you shave yourself smooth, boy?”

Hardy blushed slightly. “I like the way it shows off my muscles.” He paused. “Also, I like being smooth. I’m not sure why, Sir.”

“Submissive boys should always be smooth,” I stated matter-of-factly as he grabbed the waistband of those unbelievably tight blue athletic shorts and pulled them over his bulging thighs and calves. “If I decide to make you my permanent boy, you will continue to shave, or I will shave you!”

“Yes, Sir, I think I would love that, Sir.”

Now, he was standing there in just the snug white jockstrap with the DUKE brand name stitched in the center of the waistband. His erection was protruding under the mesh pouch of his jockstrap.

Despite the fact that Hardy looked as perfect as an angel fallen from the sky, I managed to keep the authoritative expression on my face.

“What do you think, Sir?” He asked anxiously.

“Not bad, kid,” I replied not letting him know how beautiful and ideal that he truly was. “Turn around and show me your ass!”

Doing as he was told, Hardy turned, and for the first time, I caught sight of that incredible bubble butt of his. Framed perfectly in the white straps of the jock, it was so scrumptious and rounded. I could see his gluteal muscles under his skin. As the rest of athletic body, his ass was smooth.

I could not help but run my hand over the epic bulge in my jeans.

“Bend over and grab your ankles,” I ordered softly. “Show me that boypussy.”

Following my instruction, the boy bent and grabbed his ankles. His cheeks opened, and I could easily spot the pink slit of his hole.

Holy fuck! His little ring seemed to already be calling to me from just a few feet away.

“Stand back up and face me,” I said, gulping down another huge swig of beer.

Turning toward me, Hardy was still smiling.

“What sort of experience have you had with guys? Answer truthfully!”

“Well,” he began in his deep voice. “Me and some buddies have sucked each other’s cocks and jerked off. That’s about it.”

“One of your buddies ever stick his pecker in your pussy, boy?”

“No, Sir,” he replied almost sheepishly. “I’ve never been fucked.”

“You ever fuck a chick?”

“No, Sir, I’ve had some chances, but I wasn’t into it.”

“I see,” I said, still sizing him up. “I don’t suck cock. I am the man…. I get my cock sucked by the boy. It doesn’t mean that I’m not affectionate. You could say I’m traditional. I believe it’s the boy’s job to suck the man’s cock. Is that gonna be a problem for ya?”

“No, Sir,” Hardy returned. “I agree with you on that. I guess I’m traditional too.”

I smirked. “Something else,” I began. “If you plan on being my boy, you do realize that I am going to fuck you…a lot!”

He gulped. I could detect a slight apprehension on his squared-off face. “Yes, Sir, I want you too. I want you to be my first and hopefully the only man to fuck me.”

My smile grew wide. “That’s a damn good answer, boy.”

“Will you teach me, Sir?” He asked almost innocently.

“Yes, boy, I will teach you, but my cock is pretty big…. It’s 11 inches. This will not be an easy lesson for you to learn.”

He gaped at me for a moment. “11 inches, Sir?” He questioned. “That’s huge!”

“Well, it sure ain’t canned sausage-sized, boy,” I replied sternly. “Do you think you can take that in your tight, little hole?”

After only a moment’s hesitation, he replied. “Yes, Sir, I will do anything to please you.”

I grinned again. “Another good answer, boy….” I paused. “Now, it’s time for your first lesson at pleasing me. My big feet get real sore, and they like attention from boys like you. So, get down on your knees in front of me and take off these boots of mine.”

Doing exactly as instructed, Hardy got down on his knees in front of where I was sitting on the beat-up office sofa. He took my right black leather, round-toed cowboy boot into his left hand. He ran the fingers of his right hand across the leather.

“Your feet are so big, Sir,” he said in awe. “What size boot do you wear?”

“16 to 16 and a half, boy,” I replied as he began to pull and tug at my boot.

After a second, he seemed to figure out the best way. Grabbing the back above the heel, he removed my right boot. I was wearing white socks that were damp from a long day’s work. With desire in his eyes, he removed my left black boot with more ease.

“Now, my socks, boy,” I urged.

Reaching under the cuff of my jeans, Hardy’s hand found the elastic of my white tube sock and pulled it down over my long and wide foot. He repeated the same action with my other sock.

“Hope the odor don’t make ya pass out,” I joked.

“No, Sir,” he replied in a serious tone. “I sort of dig it actually. Since it’s your feet, I think they smell pretty damn sweet.”

Damn, there was another good answer, but I didn’t acknowledge it.

“One of your jobs as my boy would be to give my big feet complete rub downs on a daily basis. So, get busy and massage my feet, boy!”

Taking my long left foot into both of his hands, Hardy began to slowly squeeze and massage my barking dog. I watched as he put all of his effort into rubbing my foot. I could see the muscles in his forearms as well as his biceps and triceps applying his strength to this awesome foot rub. Starting at my toes, his fingers encircled my foot and slowly worked down the soles, the arch and my heel.

Fuck, this felt awesome!

Using my right foot, I lifted it to the pouch of his jock to find that his small boner was rock-hard under the mesh fabric. He was enjoying this just as much as I was!

I closed my eyes and let the boy focus all of his energy on his efforts.

“Do you like my big feet, boy?” I asked with my eyes still closed.

“Yes, Sir,” Hardy replied breathily. “Everything about you turns me on….”

Another great answer.

As I relished in the bliss from the thorough massage, I was suddenly surprised by something completely unexpected. Hardy’s lips closed around my big toe!

I opened my green eyes and stared down at the boy with an incredulous look on my face. I watched as he began to gently suck and lick my big toe. He had done this on his own accord without having to be told! I had every intention of teaching the boy how to service my feet with his mouth, but I had planned to do so at a later time. Hardy had taken this upon himself to do this! I was bowled over by his initiative.

“Oh yeah, boy,” I moaned. “That is fuckin’ awesome!”

As his tongue dove between my toes, I could detect a smile on his lips.

Greedily, Hardy began to take each of my toes into his mouth. I could feel his soft lips and talented tongue on my sensitive skin. While staring up at me with those devastating blue eyes, he sucked and licked on each of my long toes as if they were small cocks.

I still could not believe this. Hardy Hancock, heir to tens of millions of dollars and a studly, preppy football jock, was hungrily worshipping my blue collar feet. And he wanted to be my boy! Mine!

As he began to run his tongue up and down the bottom of my left foot, I continued to rub my throbbing cock through my jeans, but there would be plenty of time for that.

After soaking my left foot with his wet mouth, Hardy moved his attention to my right foot. As he rubbed this one, he also licked, kissed and sucked on my big hoof.

“Damn good job, boy,” I said in a near groan as I rubbed my cock again through the confining denim of my jeans. This time, I began to feel a wet spot seeping through my pants. My cock was leaking something furious.

I was nearly mesmerized by his eyes as he squeezed and worked his lips all over my right foot.

I could let the boy work on my feet all day, but my aching cock was needing Hardy’s attention.

I pulled my foot from his grasp and smiled down at him.

“That’s a good boy, Hardy,” I said, rubbing his close-cropped black hair.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Have you ever worshipped a man’s feet before?”

“No, Sir, I never really thought about it before, but with you, I just wanted to.”

“That’s because you’re a natural submissive, boy,” I said. “I never figured on any of this.” I paused. “But there is more that I want to show you…. I want you to go into this with your eyes completely open.”

I stood up, and the boy kept his place on his knees. I could see his hard dick still making a tent in the pouch of his jock.

Walking to a supply shelf, I grabbed a small coil of white rope. I came up behind him and showed him the rope.

“Do you trust me, boy?”

“With my life, Sir,” he replied as his eyes moved from my face to the rope and back again.

“I like to tie up a boy,” I stated firmly. “If you wanna be mine, you will spend a lot of time tied up and gagged.... Have you ever been tied up before?”

“Yes, Sir,” he replied promptly. “But it was when I was a kid. My friends and I would play cops and robbers and junk like that.”

For a moment, the thought of a young Hardy Hancock tied up and gagged in the homoerotic ropes of boyhood bondage danced through my mind.

“Stay on your knees and put your wrists behind your back and cross them above the waistband of your jock!” I ordered.

Doing as I told him, he crossed his wrists behind his back. The muscles of his arms flexed from the position. It was definitely a hot visual.

I squatted behind him and quickly began to rope his wrists tightly behind his back. I crisscrossed the rope around each wrist and tied several knots to hold them together. None of my boys had ever escaped from my bondage, and I had no intention of letting Hardy be the first.

“How does that feel, boy?” I asked, standing back up on my bare feet.

For a moment, he tugged and strained his arms to see if he could free himself. He was unable.

“Secure, Sir.”

I moved in front of him. “A boy should be secure and unable to escape his top’s ropes.”

His blue eyes dropped to the epic bulge in my jeans and the wet spot in front of them. I reached down and touched his face with my open right hand. Hardy leaned into my hand.

“What’s the biggest cock ya ever sucked on, boy?” I asked, running my hand over the soft cheek of his face.

“Maybe six or seven inches, Sir.”

“Well, that’s kid’s stuff,” I scoffed as I unbuttoned my jeans and began to unzip them. “I’ve got an 11-inch, man-sized cock, and it’s much bigger than some prep-school punk with a small pecker.”

With his eyes glued on my crotch, I yanked my jeans down over my thighs, exposing my black boxer briefs. Stepping out of my jeans, I pulled down my boxer briefs over my tubesteak.

Free of any confining garment, my prick shot upwards, and the kid’s eyes grew as large as saucers.

Like I said, my cock measured 11 inches in length, which jutted up from the trimmed nest of my blonde bush. My low hangers were shaved. Capped with a purple and swollen mushroom head, it was pretty thick…about the size of a very large banana. It was between six to seven inches in circumference. I was quite proud.

With my left hand, I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed the leaking head toward his trembling lips.

“Do you think you can swallow all of my cock, boy?”

“I don’t know, Sir,” Hardy replied uneasily.

“Well,” I said with another smirk. “We’re about to find out!”

Putting my right hand behind the boy’s head, I pushed the mushroom crown of my rammer between Hardy’s soft lips. With my hand guiding him, the head of my prick disappeared into his wet mouth.

Immediately, his tongue began to swirl around the head. He even briefly licked my pissslit, which was leaking precum.

“Good boy,” I said in a fatherly tone. “Use that tongue of yours.”

From his initial actions, I knew that the boy did know his way around a cock, but the real challenge for Hardy was yet to come.

I pushed about three more inches in between those lips of his. With less than half of my prick in his mouth, I slowly shallow-fucked his face.

“Yeah,” I moaned as my hips rocked gently. “Feels good.”

Hardy was absolutely beautiful on his knees in only his jock and with my cock in his mouth and his eyes locked on mine. In fact, it was such a vision that I took my I-Phone off of my belt and snapped several action shots of my cock moving in and out of his mouth.

Tossing my phone onto the couch, I thrusted my hips forward to where about two more inches disappeared into his wet, warm mouth. That’s when I felt it. My swollen mushroom head had hit the back of the boy’s throat.

Like a good boy, Hardy attempted to swallow more of my invading pole. I attempted to help by applying pressure on the back of his throat.

Breathing heavily through his nose, he continued to struggle, but his gag reflex would not co-operate.

“Come on, boy,” I urged. “Ya wanna swallow all of my cock, don’t ya? You want to put a smile on my face, right?”

With a desperate look in his eyes, he managed a curt nod.

“Let’s try this,” I suggested, moving both of my hands behind his head.

Forcefully holding his head in place, I rammed the mushroom head of my cock against the back of his throat. As I began to force my prick further into my desired target, he coughed and began to choke. His sweet blue eyes began to water.

Suddenly, his gag reflex gave, and the head of my schlong moved down his throat!

“Fuck yeah!” I shouted as I felt my turgid cock bend slightly, and I slammed the remainder down his throat!

Hardy was choking, and I thought for a second that he would throw up, but I had to give it to him. The boy was a trooper. Finally, with great effort on his part, his small nose was buried in my trimmed bush.

“It’s all the way down your throat! You did it, boy!”

Looking up at me again, Hardy had tears of gagging rolling from his reddened eyes.

“Good boy,” I said approvingly as I began to thrust deeply in and out of his mouth.

Literally, I skullfucked the boy, and he took it…every fucking inch!

As I rammed his throat, I found myself staring at that magnificent bubble butt framed in that jockstrap of his.

Pulling out of his throat and mouth, I rubbed his head, while he attempted to catch his breath.

“You did good, kid,” I offered. “In time, you’ll get even better at deepthroating my cock.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he managed as his muscular chest heaved from his quick breathing. “I will get better, Sir! I promise.”

“I like your determination, boy,” I replied, grabbing him under his arm and pulling him to his feet. “Now, I’m gonna try you out on something else that I require of my boys.”

“What is that, Sir?” He asked curiously.

“I’m gonna spank your ass, boy….”

This revelation brought a look of near panic across Hardy’s angelic face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, towering over him.

“I’ve never been spanked before, Sir.”

“Well, you’re long overdue for some discipline from an authority figure, and I am that authority figure!” My right hand moved to the cheeks of his bubble butt. I began to squeeze and massage his ass. Hardy moaned from my touch. “Today, I will just spank your ass over my knee with my hand. I will work ya up to paddles and belts eventually.”

He gulped. “Yes, Sir.”

I reached down and took my dirty socks off the floor of the office trailer.

“Did you like the way my sweaty feet tasted?”

“Yes, Sir!” Hardy replied excitedly. “I loved it so much that I almost came.”

I gave him a quick, impressed smile. I took my ripe sock and moved it to his nose. “Sniff ‘em, boy.”

Deeply inhaling, the boy licked his lips.

“Glad you like them.... Cos I am gonna gag you with them, kid.”

I took my damp, sweaty sock and rolled it up. I put the sock to Hardy’s lips. “Open your mouth!”

His lips opened, and I stuffed my dirty sock into his mouth. Using my fingers, I made sure that every bit of it was shoved in between his lips.

“You like the way it tastes, boy?”

Hardy nodded his head emphatically.

“Good, because I will be using them to gag your mouth from here on out. Sometimes, I may even wear a pair for a day or two before gagging you with ‘em.”

I gazed down at the pouch of his jock and saw that his smaller boycock was still hard. Apparently, the kid already had a taste for my sized 16 feet, and that turned me on like a mother fucker!

Taking the other white tube sock, I moved behind the boy and tied the second one over his lips to hold the first one in place. I tightly tied the two ends of the second sock behind Hardy’s head.

Coming back in front of him, I looked down on the bound jockboy with my dirty socks in his mouth, and I almost shot my load without touching myself. I grabbed my I-Phone and snapped a couple of shots of the boy gagged for my new collection.

After taking some pictures, my fingers moved to his nipples. While looking down at him, I began to pinch and twist them.

“You like me taking control of you, don’t ya?”

He nodded as he adjusted his jaw to get used to the sock filling his mouth.

“Is this what you’ve always wanted?”

Hardy nodded again.

“Then, this is what you will get, boy, and so much more.”

Releasing his erect nipples, I pulled off my tank top, revealing my broad, pumped chest, which was covered in curly blonde hair.

With my cock still sticking straight up, I sat down on the couch and pulled Hardy toward me. “Now, it’s time to get down to business....” Grabbing his right arm, I pulled him down onto my legs with his ass positioned on the center of my lap. I could feel his hard boner pressing against my leg. While he wiggled slightly, I could hear him mumble into the sock gag.

His head was hanging down by my feet, and his legs were dangling off the other side of my lap.

“You’ve had this coming a long time, Hardy,” I began. “You’ve been teasing my cock with your jailbait ass for too damn long. Now, it’s time for me to punish you!”

I slapped my left, open palm against his shapely bubble butt.

The boy moaned in the gag and squirmed.

“Did that hurt?” I asked, taunting him. “You’re tied and gagged and helpless, boy! You’re under my complete control, and I am gonna make your first spanking one that you’ll never forget!”

Whack! I slapped his cheek again. His ass tensed, and he yelped into the gag.

“This one is for trying to suck my cock at your dad’s Fourth of July party when I was drunk!”

Wham! I slapped his flexed bubble butt again.

I could see my red handprint starting to show on his tender flesh. 

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Hardy began whimpering into the dirty sock gag, and his boycock was throbbing in the pouch of his jockstrap.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

The boy tried to wiggle off of my lap! “You’re not going anywhere, boy!” I laughed as I grabbed his bound wrists and held him in place.

Then, I begin to beat his butt with my hand. I struck his bubble butt over and over again with all of my strength.

Some of the time, I would strike his right cheek. Then, I’d slap his left cheek. Finally, I began beating both of his cheeks with my large, calloused hand.

As I wailed on his ass, Hardy was screaming into the gag and bucking wildly.

Suddenly, I felt something hot and sticky ooze against my hairy leg from the vicinity of Hardy’s dick. I realized that he had just cum without touching himself from just my spanking him!

I stopped spanking his reddened ass and began to rub his abused cheeks. “Well,” I said in a surprised tone. “I think someone likes to have his ass spanked!” 

Hardy raised his head and looked back at me. With tears coming from his dazed blue eyes, he nodded his head.

“I’ll be damned!” I marveled.

I had been very pleasantly surprised by Hardy’s ejaculation, while I had spanked him. In my experiences as a dominant, I had never had a boy to cum from just a spanking. Despite his orgasm, his erection did not dissipate. In fact, he was as hard as ever. The kid just kept getting better and better.

After the beating that I had given the bound and gagged jockboy, I continued to rub and massage his cheeks. Hardy’s ass was so muscular that I bet that I could’ve bounced a quarter off of it.

He moaned into the gag from my touch.

“You like me feeling of your ass, boy?” I asked.

“Mmmmmmm!” He groaned.

I took that as a yes.

Looking down at this perfect ass in my lap, I ran one of my fingers along his smooth crack. On my leg, I could feel his boydick throb in the jock.

I opened up his cheeks and exposed his pink, puckered hole that I had only caught a glimpse of when Hardy had reached over and grabbed his ankles.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I ran my right index finger over the virgin, pink slit. His hole quivered from my touch. “You’ve got a beautiful little boypussy, Hardy,” I continued as I began to rub his button with the tip of my finger. “Men like me have buttholes, but boys like you have pussies.”

He moaned some unintelligible into the dirty sock gag.

“You like me playing with your tight little pussy, boy?” I asked as I continued my external digital inspection of the jockboy’s ass still over my lap.

He moaned again and nodded his head.

“Good,” I spat. “Cos, your job as my boy will be to give me your hot, tight little boypussy whenever and wherever I want to fuck it!”

Picking Hardy up under his arms, I forced him to his feet and hustled him to the edge of the old sofa. Although he seemed dazed and shaky, the boy luckily did not trip. I pushed him facedown over the arm of the couch with his jockstrapped ass in the air.

“Spread your legs apart,” I instructed him.

Doing the best that he could to balance over the arm of the couch, he spread his legs.

I squatted behind him, and with both of my hands, I opened the cheeks of his ass. His little pink hole was quivering and puckered. It was an awesome sight to behold.

Sticking out my long tongue, I flattened it and tasted his tender ring.

“Mmmmppphhhh!” Hardy moaned into the gag.

“Has a man ever eaten your pussy before, boy?” I asked, briefly taking my tongue from his prize.

He mumbled and shook his head no.

“Well, you will love this,” I muttered before I dove back in and began licking his trembling entry.

With my hands buried in both of his cheeks, I licked up and down the boy’s crack, making sure to center my energy on the ultimate goal. My lips kissed around the boy’s hole, and my tongue began to tunnel into his jock pussy.

Hardy continued to moan loudly into the gag. He managed to wiggle his ass back toward my face as I ate him out.

I slapped his right cheek with my hand and licked his tiny slit like a man possessed. His sweet taste tickled my taste buds, which made me almost go into a frenzy.

From the muffled sound that the boy made, I knew that he loved this. After all, what boy didn’t love his hole eaten?

After flattening my tongue and coating his little pussy with my saliva, I straightened my tongue to a rounded tip and began to open up his clenched jockhole. Steadily, I dug into button.

I slapped his ass again. “Loosen up, boy! Let me work my tongue up in there!”

I continued to stab at his pink and wet entry. Finally, his lower lips began to relax…just enough, and I dove deep into his boyhole.

Hungrily, I tongue-fucked Hardy, while he moaned with his head resting on the seat of the couch.

I am not sure how long I rimmed the boy, but his pucker was dripping wet with my spit.

I stood up behind him and put my thick and long finger to his hole, and I inserted my digit.

He moaned loudly!

Using my saliva, I began to slowly finger-fuck the bound boy. His sweet little hole was unbelievably tight. It was clear that he had not been lying about never being fucked. I was going to be his first, and that was a major turn-on for me.

Although, I had gotten him wet, and my 11-incher was leaking profusely. From experience, I knew that there was no way in hell that I could get my massive rod into his tight jockpussy without killing the boy. Then, something popped into my head.

“Don’t move!” I ordered gruffly as I left him with his ass exposed over the arm of the couch.

In a few steps, I made it into the small bathroom and found what I was seeking…a bottle of hand lotion. Coming up behind him again, I greased up my drooling prick. Hardy’s body tensed as I rubbed some of the cool lotion onto his hot hole.

He knew what was coming next!

As I mounted him, I aimed the mushroom head of my cock for his wet and ready hole.

“This will hurt, boy,” I said matter-of-factly. “That’s one of the reasons that I tied ya up and gagged ya.”

He moaned into the socks shoved in his mouth.

“After you get used to my big cock, you will begging me to fuck ya all of the time.”

Below me, his body was shaking. The boy was scared. I reckoned that I would be too if an 11-inch dong was about to ram into me….

Taking the base of my shaft in my right hand, I rubbed the head of my cock along his pucker. My white and milky precum smeared on his quivering hole. Pushing forward, I drove the fat head of my shaft into the lips of his pink slit.

Hardy screamed, and he attempted to rise up off of the couch. If I had not have gagged the boy, they could’ve heard him scream all the way from here to Baton Rouge.

Holding him down by his roped-up wrists, I continued to push forward. I slapped his right ass cheek hard! The slap echoed through the trailer.

“You wanted to be my boy!” I growled as I pulled on the straps of the jock and snapped them against his skin. “You fuckin’ prick tease! You’re gonna take this huge cock in that tight little pussy of yours!”

Looking down, I watched in near amazement as his stretched lips swallowed the purple mushroom tip.

“Yeah!” I grunted as I forged ahead. “Bite down on my ripe sock in your mouth and enjoy them salty juices….”

My shaft began to drive deeper into him.

“Relax,” I said in a soothing tone. “Give it up. Give me your hole….”

His ass was clenched so tight that, for a moment, I thought that he would deny me entry, but I continued forward.

His stretched lips swallowed inch after inch of my already throbbing rod. The boy continued to scream into his gag, but he had stopped trying to get up from the submissive position that he was in.

Kicking his legs further apart with my feet, I finally drove the remainder all the way inside of his boyhole.

“Holy shit!” I wailed as his trembling tightness surrounded my prick. The boy had the tightest hole that I had ever mounted. It was like this fleshy and hot vice was wrapped around my big hog. I could feel his pulse beating ninety to nothing through his ass muscles on the sensitive skin of my prick. In fact, the boy was so tight that I thought for a second that he would chop off my sausage.

Hardy’s entire body was trembling. His bound wrists struggled in the knots.

Slowly, the boy’s screams lessened to whimpering and moaning. He relaxed his upper body and rested his head back on the couch. As he relaxed his body, I felt his hardcore clenching melt away to a very tight squeeze.

“That’s it,” I said, coaxing him. “Get used to it, boy.”

Finally, I began to move my hips. I slowly moved my cock an inch or two before driving it back into him. As tenderly I could, I pumped his ass gently. My cock wanted me to pound the fuck out of him, but my mind told me to start off slow and not traumatize the teen.

With my feet holding his apart, I pulled back slowly to where the mushroom head of my cock almost escaped his pink lips, but I drove it all the way back into him.

He screamed out again!

“You’re doing awesome, Hardy,” I said, coaching him some more. “Keep relaxing that hole and submit to me like a good boy does….”

As I drilled in and out of him at a slightly quicker pace, Hardy’s whimpering changed to moans and groans.

That was always a good sign.

“That’s it. Just relax….”

There was nothing I liked more than fucking a boy in a jockstrap. Watching my cock drill in and out of his ass, I grabbed the straps that framed his ass perfectly and slapped them against his skin again.

His tight hole was wet and hot inside. Despite the fact that he had relaxed his body, Hardy’s ass muscles seemed to grip my cock like a form-fitting glove.  

“Yeah, babe,” I grunted as I broke a sweat on my forehead. “You’ve got the hottest pussy I’ve ever fucked! I’m gonna be wanting to stuff it inside of you all the time, so you better get used to this!”

Pumping his hole, I picked up my hip-thrusting momentum. My balls began to slap against his cheeks.

I reached briefly under his ass to his crotch, which was rubbing against the arm of the old sofa. Through the pouch of his jock, I grabbed hold of his still rock-hard boner. It was maybe five to six inches, but jockboy bottoms don’t need big cock…they take big cocks. I knew from the turgidity of his boydick that he was still turned on, despite the fact that he was being drilled for the first time in his life.

I could feel as my balls tightened, and my girth expanded. I was getting close. Usually, I could go for an hour or so before I shot, but Hardy was turning me on so much that I knew that it wouldn’t be long. So, I decided a change of position was in order to put off the inevitable.

I slowed my drilling, and for a moment, I relished in the wet, warmness that surrounded my 11 inches. Gradually, I began to pull my cock from the jock teen’s hole. Finally, the flared helmet of my rod escaped the boy’s swollen and stretched lips.

Without saying a word, I grabbed Hardy and pulled him to his feet by his bound wrists. Briefly standing him up, his legs were shaky.

“We’re not done, boy,” I hissed predatorily.

Picking him up in my arms, I spread him out on his back on the floor of the trailer that was covered in shag carpet. In a flash, I mounted him again.

Hardy’s expressive eyes looked dazed. His face was flushed. His mouth was still tightly gagged with both of my sweaty socks.

Grabbing him by his ankles, I pulled his muscular legs as far apart as they’d go. I aimed the head of my prick at his winking hole and plunged in again.

The boy screamed again, and he closed his bright, blue eyes.

“Oh yeah! I love seeing your face, while I am drilling your pussy!” I wailed as I drove all of my inches back into him with one long thrust.

Still holding his ankles apart in a V-shape, I began to hammer his tight ass.

Opening his eyes, Hardy looked up at me with a pained look in his eyes.

“You wanting me to stop, kid?” I asked sardonically as I drilled him.

He shook his head no.

“Good answer!” I proclaimed, driving my cock in and out of him at a rapid pace.

Our eyes locked, and I felt for a moment as if I were hypnotized. I had spent so long fighting my attraction for this kid that I had denied how drawn to him that I actually was. At that moment, I realized for the first time that this had been fated for a long time. Hardy Hancock was meant to be mine!

Without slowing my roll, I put Hardy’s strong legs over my broad shoulders. At this angle, I was pumping him deeper and deeper than I had before. With my cock swelling, I knew that I was close again.

This move also allowed me closer to his angelic face. I felt the overwhelming desire to taste his full lips again.

“If I take my dirty socks outta your mouth, are you gonna yell and scream?” I asked, steadily drilling him.

He shook his head no.

Grabbing at the socks, I pulled the first one from around his head and yanked the completely soaked one from his mouth.

“Oh, Sir!” Hardy exclaimed. “You’re so big! I’ve never felt anything like this before!”

“Oh baby boy,” I said with my face inches from his. “You are so fucking beautiful! I wanna be the only man to ever fuck ya! I wanna be the only man that you ever give your beautiful little hole to!”

“Yes, Sir! Oh God yes!” Hardy wailed. “I wanna be yours!”

My lips covered his, and my tongue dove into his waiting mouth. Slamming his jockpussy with my huge cock, I was melted by this intense, fiery kiss! With my balls slapping against his beautiful bubble butt, I couldn’t take it any longer.

“Gonna cum! Gonna breed your sweet little ass!”

He began to pant. “Oh God! You’re getting so big inside of me! My body is tingling all over! Gonna shoot again!” Hardy screamed. “Gonna shoot without touching myself!”

As my cock expanded inside of him, I heard Hardy gasp, and his face reddened. From the contractions deep inside of him, I could tell that he cumming again. That extra internal squeeze from his seed pumping into the pouch of his jock was the last straw. I felt the mushroom head of my cock contract and I began exploding! Wad after Wad of my cum shot up from my balls, through the shaft and into the warmness of his jockpussy!

“I can feel your hot load filling me up!” Hardy exclaimed.

“Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!” I yelled out as my cannon continued to fire.

Sweat rained down from my forehead as I pumped his sweet hole full of my thick and sticky ropes of white-hot jizz!

“Fill me up, Wes!” He caught himself. “I mean, Sir! Fill me full of your load!”

The last of my potent load shot into his ass, and I slowed my pumping.

Exhausted and spent, I collapsed onto the boy and kissed him desperately….

After untying Hardy’s wrists, he laid together on the old shag carpeted floor. Hardy had his head lying on my hairy chest, and his arms were wrapped around my neck. My long arms were around him, and I was holding him close to me. Without being inside of him, we seemed to be joined with our bodies intermingled.

“That was incredible, Sir,” Hardy finally said after kissing on my chest. “I never dreamed that it could be like that.”

“What did you think it would be like?”

“The little amount of experience that I’ve had with guys at school is no comparison. I suppose they are just inexperienced boys next to you.”

I laughed lightly. “Most inexperienced boys are not dominant like me.”

“I love that about you, Sir,” he replied earnestly. “I am not a wimp or a sissy…. I mean, I have muscles and play sports, but me giving up my control to you came so easy to me. I guess that makes me the chick….”

“No, what it makes you is a very special boy,” I said, kissing his forehead. “You are submissive. I always suspected it. Some men fit together like me and you do.”

“Really?” He asked almost in a relieved voice.

“Yes, boy, it’s the natural order of things.”

He smiled up at me, and I kissed his forehead.

“I loved you the way it felt when you tied me up and gagged me!” Hardy proclaimed excitedly. “That was amazing! It was like you had total control of me. Hell, I guess you did, Sir.”

“You being tied up will be a regular thing, boy,” I shot back. “But you’ll be tied up for longer periods of time with more rope, tape and whatever else I can get my hands on.”

“That’s hot, Sir!”

“You’re right about that,” I stated. “I had no idea you liked feet.”

“I didn’t either,” he confessed. “I had always noticed how big your hands and feet were. When you told me to massage your feet, I found myself so turned on that I almost came. I never thought I would lick anyone’s feet, but yours are so huge and hot. I couldn’t stop myself!”

I chuckled. “You surprised me when I felt those pretty lips of yours on my toes! You could’ve knocked me over with a feather.”

“And I loved being spanked, Sir!” Hardy beamed. “I had never been spanked before. It turned me on so much that I just blew a load. I couldn’t believe it!” He looked up at me. “Will you spank me more?”

“Hell yeah!” I laughed. “That’s one of my favorite things to do to a boy…. What else did you like?”

“I loved everything. I especially liked your licking my hole, Sir! I’ve never dreamed that could feel so good! I like it better than having my cock sucked!”

“Good, cos I could eat that tight, pink pussy of your all day and all night!” I paused. “I still can’t believe all this.”

“All what?”

“How much we have in common, and how well we fit together, boy. I’ve never synced up with anyone like I have with you.”

“It’s because we’re meant to be together, Wes, uh, Sir…. Do you want that?”

I hesitated. “I suppose I do, but I’m 31, and you’re 18.”

“That doesn’t matter, Sir!” Hardy interjected. “Ever since you saved me from that falling beam back when I was a kid, I used to dream of being your girlfriend. Isn’t that funny?” He asked with a chuckle. “I also dreamed of marrying you and changing my name to Hardy Colson. It probably sounds stupid.”

“No,” I replied. “It’s cute actually.”

“Sorry for coming on so strong all those other times,” Hardy offered. “I just wanted you so bad. I was so  desperate to get your attention.”

“I always thought you were a cute little fucker, but I didn’t want to wind up in jail for tapping your underage ass,” I said, laughing.

“I’m not underage now,” the boy said firmly. “I am 18, and I want to be with you.” He paused. “You know that I’ve been in love with you for six years….”

“Yeah, I remember you saying something about that.”

“I hope that doesn’t scare you off.”

I paused and thought about it. The truth was that I thought I was falling in love with him too. I had realized it when I had been on top of him in the missionary position and had gotten almost hypnotized by his eyes. But I was 31 years old, and this boy had me as giddy as a teenager. There was no way in hell I was going to say it back unless I was a thousand percent sure. So, I figured it would be better to hold off on some bold declaration until I was sure.

“No, it doesn’t scare me, Hardy. I actually think it is great.” I paused. “I really like you, but I’ve got to be certain. We could be in this for keeps.”

“I feel the same way, Sir.”

“We have quite a few obstacles to overcome, though.”

“No obstacle is too great for love,” he replied, looking up into my eyes.

I smiled at him. He was still wide-eyed and innocent. First love was the purest of emotions, and I was his…. “You’re right,” I conceded. “But we do have obstacles, and I reckon we have to face them down. For one, you are still in high school. But the major issue is your dad. How will he feel when he finds out his only son is in a male on male relationship with one of his employees?”

“He’s not the one in the relationship…. We are or at least hopefully will be….”

“Yeah, but I am sure that this will go over like angry gorilla set loose at a snooty country club dinners.”

“Nothing is too hard to overcome!” Hardy insisted with his unfailing boyish optimism. “As long as I belong to you….”

I had to admit that I liked hearing him say that. “I reckon we will take it one day at a time.”

“Speaking of one day at a time,” Hardy chirped. “My dad is out of town, and my step-mom is off skiing in Switzerland. I could be yours all weekend. I can just text my dad and tell him that I’m spending the weekend with my friend, Danny.”

“That sounds like a damn good plan, boy,” I said wolfishly. “Because I have a world of things that I still want to teach you.”

He leaned up, and we kissed again deeply.

I knew that this would not be an easy road, but I wanted Hardy as mine! If he’d have been the son of some lesser man, I would’ve considered running off and marrying him, but the weekend would have to do...for now.

Maybe, just maybe, the end result would be worth any obstacle that we had to overcome. At least, that was what I was betting on….

The End

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My Lifeguard:

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Cops and Robbers:

For many, Cops and Robbers is the ultimate role play fantasy. For young cop, Josh Castle, it is about to become his reality.... Fresh out of the police academy, Josh Castle is restless and wanting and make a name for himself. Impetuous, the rookie cop follows a tip and gets kidnapped and taken hostage by a ruthless bank robber with a taste for submissive younger men. The rookie cop's life is turned upside by Zeke Harrington, the control-freak bank robber, who claims the young jock as his boy and decides to hold onto Josh at all costs.

The Substitute Wife: AMAZON #1 GAY BEST SELLER!

After his mother had split with a trucker two years prior, Austin had taken his mother's place in his step father's life....Austin cooks for Hank. He cleans the house for Hank. He washes his step father's clothes. There is only one womanly duty thing that Austin does not take care of....On Austin's 18th birthday, Hank decides that it is now time for his step son to service all of his needs....

The Substitute Wife Part Two:

In this sequel to the Amazon Gay #1 Best Seller: The Substitute Wife, Hank and Austin Conroy have left their small town in Missouri for Cedar Rapids. Dominant Hank has now married his submissive, Austin. The newlyweds face an indecent proposal as well as a dangerous foe.

The Substitute Wife Part Three:

The romance of Hank and Austin Conroy continues in the third installment of the best-selling short story. Dominant Hank and submissive Austin are about to celebrate Austin's 19th birthday and their one year wedding anniversary. The festivities are halted by the shocking return of Austin no-good mother, Angie. Will her desperate schemes destroy Hank and Austin's bright future together?

Dude, The Coach Wants to See You:

After a poor performance in a wrestling exhibition, high school wrestler, Rob Hill, gets called into the coach's office. Power top, Coach Murdock wants far more from young Rob than just an apology....

The Errant Bag Boy:

Drew Fahey is a small-town bag boy at the local grocery store. After several days of coming in late to work, his boss, Mr. Hammer, has had enough. Drew has been a bad boy, and Mr. Hammer decides to show him exactly how bad. In order to keep his job, Drew must do anything that the boss tells him.

The Pizza Boy Always Rings Twice:

Hunter Jordan is a dominant top, who is seeking a submissive bottom. After a blind date turns into a hideous surprise, Hunter returns home very frustrated and begins to kill a 12 pack of beer. After ordering a pizza, Hunter decides to turn his search for a bottom toward the pizza delivery boy, who has been checking out his package for the last two years.

The Away Game:

After losing the playoffs, baseball jocks, Brock and Davey, share a motel room after their disappointing away game. Little does Davey know that Brock has always wanted a little brother and has his eye on him for that role. With the help of a 12 pack of beer, Brock subdues young Davey, ties him up and teaches him how to please his new big brother....

Mergers and Acquisitions:

Hot Atlanta bottom, Shane Connelly, works a white collar job in an office building. His boss, Burke Houston, is the son of the founder of the company and an asshole. The untamed bottom and the mean, ex-football jock turned executive go head to head. Shane finds out - once and for all - who is really in charge.

Under the Tall Pines (Series) by Keith Yates:

Check out the Under the Tall Pines online serial by Keith Yates (my pseudonym).

Only .99 cents per episode!

Series description:

Welcome to the most fabulous eBook serial on the web.... Under the Tall Pines is a sexually charged and campy roller coaster ride based in the small town of Dark Pines, Mississippi. Written in the tradition of the late, great prime-time soaps of the 1980's, the story is a distinct, modern twist on Southern, small-town life. The work focuses on an ensemble group of unforgettable characters. Soap opera actress Kristen Lancaster returns to her childhood home to resolve her deceased father's affairs, but soon finds herself with affairs of her own. Worth Westerveldt is the handsome and ruthless businessman and undisputed head of the Westerveldt family. William Everett is a sweet, gay college professor with a questionable partner. Tawana Tatum is an aspiring country singer with terrible luck. Julie Westerveldt is the pampered wife, who suspects her husband of infidelity. Olympia St. James is a lusty vixen with unquenchable tastes for alcohol and men. Duke Culpepper is the rugged and protective rancher with a heart of gold, looking for a man to call his own. Dean Westerveldt is the hunky football jock - just returned from college. Tim Reid is an out and proud community college student with a knack for making mistakes....

Available in multiple eBook formats and platforms at Smashwords, Amazon, Apple (I-Tunes), Kobo, Nook, Sony & Diesel….

Episode 1: Return to Dark Pines

Episode 2: The Red Bird

Episode 3: The River

Episode 4: The Clock Strikes

Episode 5: Storm Warning

Episode 6: Secrets, Lies and Revelations

Episode 7: Before and After

Episode 8: Consequences

Episode 9: Sin and Desire

Episode 10: The Long Road

Episode 11: Distant Thunder

Episode 12: Once...Twice...Three Times the Crazy

The Complete First Season compilation now available.

Season Two:

Episode 13: Secrets and Lies

Roadside Assistance:

Kyle Caldwell is a horny frat boy on his way to New Orleans for a fraternity convention. When Kyle's new BMW breaks down, Kyle finds himself stranded. Alpha male mechanic and top, Briggs Boudreaux, is dispatched and brings young Kyle's car in for repairs. Chemistry flares between the two, and Briggs shows Kyle the true meaning of the words Roadside Assistance. Unexpectedly, romantic sparks also fly. Could Kyle be in store for more than just learning to be a submissive bottom?

Justin Weaver and the Star Maker:

In this satirical, cynical and erotic novella set behind the scenes of the music industry, Power Bottom, Justin Weaver, catches the attention of The Star Maker, a music industry talent mogul. Together, they plan to make Justin a household name and international star by exploiting the tween market. Before that can happen, Justin learns that singing and looks are not the only talents that he will need.

Justin Weaver and The Sadistic Audition:

Power Bottom and aspiring pop singer, Justin Weaver, continues his journey to fortune and fame in the second installment of The Justin Weaver Series. After developing feelings for his manager, Foster, Justin learns a harsh lesson about love. With a recording contract on the line, Justin must impress Mr. Griffin, the CEO of Rough Trade Records, with a very unorthodox audition.

The Nine-Inch Cure for the Blues:

After seeing the only man that he ever loved engaged to a woman and giving him the cold shoulder at a rugby reunion, Jeremy is depressed. On his way back home, the young jock almost runs out of gas and is forced to pull over at a rural gas station in the middle of no-where. The country boy running the gas station has a nine-inch tool that will fix all of Jeremy's problems.

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