An Old Man Remembers: A Summer With a Young Master

From: jesse.best@fnfreno.sparks.nv.us (JESSE BEST)

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 offguard.
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.
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. Unh, unh, unh, unh,
ahh, hunh, hunh, uhhhhhh-h-h — here it comes–Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Swallow it! Swallow iiiiiiiit! Ohhhhh, God, God, 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.

Jesse Best