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CJ came again, sorry, pun. =)

There was no surprise this time, he just walked in as usual and we talked casually over pie and coffee. He's home from school for thanksgiving and I had been very much looking forward to seeing him again. Talk was of school and his studies, of new people in his life and news of the world and people we had in common.

When the pie was finished and the coffee cooling, he stood, leaned against the wall and looked down at me for a while, then simply said “come with me”. He walked slowly through the house, into and out of rooms, sometimes pausing, sometimes not. I was already growing hard, and as he turned I could see he was too.

It was the guest room he chose, decorated in blues and grays, with a stout mahogany framed queen size bed. Pictures of ocean scenes adorned the walls. This was one of my favorite rooms, cool, but relaxing. It was my sometimes day room, I'd come here to nap at times, or to sit and read in the corner chair. but I suppose that's neither here nor there, except it was a comfortable place and I think he felt that too.

CJ physically guided me to where he wanted me, which was to the side of the bed, turned me to face it and proceeded to reach around and unbutton my pants for me. He told me to finish that and stay there, then walked off. A few moments later I heard the stereo come on in the living room, A Bad Religion CD I had in there. The volume rose a little, but not excessively and he reappeared shortly there after.

He stood there, somewhere behind me and said nothing. I began to turn to look and he quickly said “no”. My little control freak playing out his dominant game.

Having had about a month to replay our last encounter over and over again in my head I felt very comfortable this time and very very willing to let him take us wherever he wanted to go. I'm not at all submissive on a daily basis, I'm very much a leader and in control most of the time, but letting go with CJ makes me rock hard while my knees get a little weak . It's good to change things up in life, variety!

Hrm, It dawns on me that I haven't described CJ yet, so I should. CJ's a good looking kid, if seemingly average at first glance. It's his personality that's always shown through. Kindhearted and gregarious. At 18 he stands 5'11” and weighs in at 175 ish lbs. He's baby faced and still doesn't have to shave, with messy brown hair, Gray green eyes, and a near perpetual smile-grin-smirk on his face. He comes across as a bit of a goof generally, and is very much literally what you might picture as the boy next door. Gah, he IS the boy next door...

He's still doing whatever it is he's doing and has left me standing here with my pants off, socks and shirt on facing the bed with no clue what exactly is gonna go down. I'm still as hard as a rock and beginning to get a little precum forming. Then I hear it, his zipper coming down and the shuffle as he removes his clothes. “Turn around” I hear and do so as he approaches. He's stripped down completely, is hard and ready to rock `n roll. He stops a few feet from me and waggles his hips slightly so his cock bounces from side to side while flexing it to add some up and down and truthfully it's hot but It's his face I drink in with my eyes. He's still got an innocent look no matter what lurks behind and that's a rush.

Do you want? He asks... Say Please.

Please, yes, please.

Maybe you should say Please Sir...

I looked at him for a moment with a Maybe your taking this a bit far look, and something changed in his demeanor. There was a bit of displeasure showing now, impatience with my not following his script.

I found myself saying “Please Sir”, a bit diminutively.

He took the bottle of lube he had brought in and liberally coated his cock, then stood there slowly stroking himself for a while. He told me to turn and face the bed again, Coming close in behind me he proceeded to lube my ass and slipped just the smallest bit of a finger inside, telling me that he wanted his cock to stretch me, and nothing else.

CJ then proceeded to position me chest down draped over the side of the bed with my legs spread wide, and my arms down at my side. It wasn't the most comfortable place and position but it wasn't bad. I was still rock hard and beginning to freely drip precum now.

CJ's cock is a solid 7 inches, and uncircumcised. The head, a beautiful mushroom a good bit larger than the shaft. When he's in you can feel the head distinctly.

He positioned himself and gently pressed the head against my hole and I bore down to give access. He really took his time getting inside. Playing the head of his cock almost to the point of slipping past the entrance, but pulling back slightly so that he didn't go in. He's got me freely dripping and so close to cumming already it's almost infuriating. Then he just pushes in, not stopping till he's to the root. Let me tell you, THAT made me suck air! There's an urge to fight that type of intrusion, but I wasn't in much of a position to do so, because he had my arms nailed down with his. Disconcerting, losing/giving up control. And he layed his body weight entirely on me while sliding an arm around my upper chest, neck.

With all of his weight on me in this position I really couldn't much move, and he licked a bit at my neck, still pressed fully and deeply inside me. “Remember Alter, your mine, and you should never forget that”.

CJ slowly drew his cock almost all the way out and proceeded from there to RAM it back in till he bottomed out completely. And he did this over and over, with no regard for anything other than his apparent pleasure. I was pinned and though I struggled there was little I could do. I was howling like a banshee and he just pounded on, I was being pushed hard into the bed, my cock jammed into the comforter and forced to rub back and forth mercilessly until I came, and Christ what an orgasm that was, all while still being battered by CJ.

It was over quickly, maybe two or three minutes at most, and he laid his weight fully back onto me again and whispered in my ear, voice ragged and heavy, “That was for me Alter. Don't ever forget, or fight, who you belong to”.

He pushed himself up with his hands, one in the middle of my back, the other on the back of my neck and pulled out of me almost dispassionately, dressed and left without another word. Me, well I just sorta stayed there in that position for a while, not really sure if I should try to stand after that pounding. But I pulled myself onto the bed and lay there. I was well fucked, and I damn well felt it.

I Felt his cum leaking from inside of me, and in a way I never wanted to let that go, or him for that matter. I could feel him still, slamming into me, the burn/itch at my hole, and I never wanted it end. Bad Religions - Along The Way was the song playing on the stereo as I fell off to sleep.

--Alter