Young Master Owns Me and He Knows It

He was a beautiful youth with beautiful young skin, well proportioned, smooth bodied and surprisingly muscular when he removed his shirt and took off his pants. I had admired his unassuming manner and unhurried competence from the very first, and I had doubtlessly sent signals in spite of myself.

I never deliberately let on that my eager obedience was any more than that of a ranch hand toward the young son of the ranch owner. It just seemed natural to call him Sir even though I was more than twice his age. We all said Sir to him. Signals or no, the blond young god home from college for the summer seemed to know immediately that he had found a funny cowboy among his father's help, an old guy whose "Yes Sir" was somehow just a little different in nuance.

I think I could have resisted despite my longing that day he and his dad and I went fishing if I had known before I saw it that the boy was uncircumcised. I knew it would be big, and I knew it would have that clean new look a boy like Ricky should have. I knew I would look, too, and I was prepared to be nonchalant about it and not jeopardize my position on the ranch. I had no way of knowing the lad would release an uncut member when he dropped his pants and undershorts. I was caught completely off guard.

His Dad was passed out drunk before noon, and Ricky and I had gone upstream to fish. I hooked a huge fighter and started screaming and yelling in my rush. I lost my balance and was all over the place trying to keep from falling in and keep my fish at the same time. Ricky made a grab for me just as I was going in, and we both fell in together cussing and laughing like two idiots. The fish got away. We crawled up on the bank and lay there laughing until we couldn't laugh anymore.

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Ricky stood up and started shedding his wet clothes. I sat up and was watching him without being obvious about it as I took my shoes and socks off. I felt myself responding when he pulled his shirt over his head, but I handled that easily enough. I had to catch my breath when he pealed his pants down and revealed those powerful young legs, but I was able to look at them without staring. I looked off a second and gave out a little cover-up chuckle. When I looked back he was facing me, and I'm sure I gave myself away by my startled look and letting my eyes linger just a little too long in what should have been a mere glance.

That was when he pealed down his undershorts. I tried to look away. I really tried. I should have. It was the moment when we both knew he could have me but both had time to pretend otherwise. Neither of us did. The boy looked me right in the eye as he lowered those shorts and stepped out of them. I was transfixed, mesmerized, absolutely rendered mindless when I saw his huge uncut meat flop loose. All pretense now was gone, and I gaped at him with no thought of consequence. He tossed his shorts away and stood there naked and magnificent and just let me look.

Ricky walked over in front of me knowing he could at that moment do anything to me he wanted. I could do nothing but gaze helplessly up at his beautiful naked young body, and drool. I was an old fool and he a young god. He owned me and he knew it. The height of my initiative was to open my mouth for his big, soft, uncircumcised prick. He positioned himself over me as I sat there on the ground, both of us still soaked from our fall into the river, and he slid his huge and lovely young cock into my mouth and stood there letting me suck on it like a grateful old baby.

I pulled the foreskin over the head of his prick and sucked on it that way. I pushed forward until I gagged with Ricky's cock starting to slither down my throat like a one-eyed snake. I pushed even more, wanting to gag on it, wanting to swallow it if I could. But that takes practice, and I had not had a dick in my mouth for since longer ago than this college boy was old. I had to sink down, and Ricky's saliva-soaked cock came sliding out and hung down at an angle as I gasped for air. I sank beneath him and looked up, panting like a dog, with his big wet peter pointing at my mouth half an inch above me.

He stood above me and let me admire his huge man-tool dangling a pucker away. I saw it lurch and start to rise. He positioned himself again and sank his peter down into my open mouth and drew it back up. Again, down all the way and back up. Once more slowly down went that wondrous slick monster into my receptive face and down my throat. Slide it out, slide it in, slowly, down into my mouth, pull it out, slide it down my throat, slide it out, slide it in, slide it out, slide it in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, pause . . . slide it all the way down my throat and hold it there. Let it throb in my throat. Crush my lips up against the base of that man-rod. Hold me that way. Force it deeper as it grows down my throat. Let me gag on it. Watch my eyes fill with tears.

"Alright, old man, I'm going to fuck you in the mouth and cum a big load down your throat, and you're going to swallow. Take it, take it, cocksucker, take it in the mouth from a young boy. He groaned and moaned out a, "here it comes! ah! Swallow it! Swallow IT! OH God, OH God, OH OH God."

Ricky finished with me finally and let me sink to the ground at his feet. He put his foot on the back of my head, my conqueror, my master.

"I'm going to be fucking your mouth all summer, old man, so get used to it. I'll run my big hard-on down your throat any time I want to until I go back to school, and you're going to drink it all. Got it, cocksucker?"

When he removed his foot, I looked up at the teenage god and nodded my agreement. It was all the strength I had left. He whistled a happy tune as he strolled calmly away toward the camp.

I looked forward to a wonderful summer that would be all too short to suit me.

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